Sixpence None The Richer - Paralyzed

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
My stomach's reeling at the thought of all those human beings dead

I breathe in, breathe out
And go to do 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 is gone, he's gone

Feels like i'm fiddling while rome is burning down
Should i lay my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground I need the ghost to breathe, a northern gale tonight
Cuz 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 ground 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 lay my fiddle down, take a rifle from the ground
I need the ghost to breathe, a northern gale tonight
Cuz i'm paralyzed, i'm paralyzed

I breathe in, i breathe out