There was an earthquake

In her dreams so she thinks her

Foundation is crumbling away

Fault lines in her words

Hoping to show her so disturbed that

Has shaped her to what she is today



Getting through to her

Getting through to her

Getting through to her

Getting through to her



Sometimes when I call

She tells me things that were not her fault

And her surface starts to break

Breakdown a hurting sound

I want to tell her that it's ok now

But I'm not too sure just what to say



Getting through to her

Getting through to her

Getting through to her

Getting through to her



All she wants is some breathing room

If not tomorrow surely one day soon

All she wants is some breathing room

If not tomorrow surely one day soon



Excuse me did she say

She wished she went away

And not return to the shame

Brought to her those days

We'll take man's dirty deeds

And suck them out like cosmic beings

Into the sun hoping

They'll be happy burning

But life is not T.V.

Life is not T.V.

Life is not T.V.



She's on wounded knee

And well crazy horse that's me

Her hard parts I'm cradling

I feel refreshed when I watch her sleep

Sometimes it's all I need

It's all about the company we keep



Getting through to her

Getting through to her

Getting through to her

Getting through to her



All she wants is some breathing room

If not tomorrow surely one day soon

All she wants is some breathing room

If not tomorrow surely one day soon

If not tomorrow surely one day soon