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
