The drama's faded and the dust has settled down and the looting's over and the firs, I guess they're finally out and life goes on and on and on, though slightly shaken no more urgency or screaming, or things breaking and we've been here before bracing ourselves in the doorways for the aftershocks... they'll get you everytime the aftershocks... just when you think you're fine the ocean doesn't seem to mind and the sky still looks the same, if a little gray so i'll just drink this rescued wine and wonder why I came anyway and we've been here before standing scared inside these doorways waiting for the aftershocks... for the aftershocks... they'll get you everytime the aftershocks... just when you think you're fine on the day you left i did all those broken lover things i stood ut on the stormy beach, staring at the tide a heroine in a romantic, tragic scene from far away for weeks I cried at every aftershock for the aftershocks... they'll get you everytime the aftershocks... just when you think you're fine