Paralyzed - Sixpence None The Richer
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 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's 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
'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 breathe in, breathe out
soak 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
'cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed
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