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. The wild crazy horse that's me. Her heart parts ???. 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