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
About a song, three minutes long
I'm going to an interview
That will mean nothing to you
Especially when your dearest friend
Was sent to cover Kosovo
And now he's gone, he's gone
His last assignment brought a bullet
Should I put my fiddle down and rise up from the ground Feels like I'm fiddling while Rome is burning down
God give me strength to pray that You will set things right
There was a Christian in the office
'Cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
Sent to tell the wife the news I breathe in, breathe out
Fell in shock, the baby kicked, shed a tear inside the womb
I try to say a healing word
Soak the ground up with my eyes 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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