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 wanna tell her that it's okay now

But 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 TV

Life is not TV

Life is not TV She's on wounded knee

The wild crazy horse that's me

Her heart parts, I'll cradle thee

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