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 seething 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 That will mean nothing to you Especially when your 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 and rise up from the ground God give me strength to pray that you will set things right 'cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
There was a (christian) in the office Sent to tell the wife (the news) Fell in shock, the baby kicked, shed a tear inside the womb I breathe in, breathe out Soak the ground up with my eyes I try to say a healing word But my tongue is paralyzed
Feels like I'm (fiddling) while rome is burning down Should I put my (fiddle) down and rise up from the ground God give me strength to pray that you will set things right 'cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
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