Texty: 311. Getting Through To Her.

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