The drama's faded
  and the dust has settled down
  and the looting's over and the fires,
  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, a little gray
  so i'll just drink this rescued wine
  and wonder why I came anyway
  'cause we've been here before
  standing scared inside these doorways
  
  waiting 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 out 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