i look out to the fields
where blood is shed upon the ground
i breathe in, breathe out
change the channel, mute the sound
i take a match, a cigarette, and a walk to clear my head
stomach's reeling at the thought of all those (human beings dead)
i breathe in, breathe out
i'm going to an interview
about a song, three minutes long
i just need something to do
especially when my dearest friend
was sent to cover kosovo
his last assignment brought a bullet
and now he's gone, he's gone
feels like i'm fiddling while rome is burning down
should i put my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground
i need the ghost to breathe a northern gale tonight
'cause i'm paralyzed, i'm paralyzed
i packed his books up, left the office
went to tell the wife the news
she fell in shock, the baby kicked,
and shed a tear inside the womb
i breathed in, i breathed out,
soaked the gound up with my eyes
it's hard to say a healing word
when your tongue is paralyzed
feels like i'm fiddling while rome is burning down
should i put my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground
god give me strength to pray that you will set things right
'cause i'm paralyzed, i'm paralyzed
