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