There was an earthquake In her dreams so she thinks her Foundation is crumbling away Fault lines in her words Hoping to show a soul 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 will start 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 by cosmic means Into the sun hurl them Where they’ll be happy burning But life is not tv Life is not tv Life is not tv 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 that’s all I need It’s all about thepany 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