Paralyzed

Sixpence None the Richer

I look out to the fields
Where blood is shed upon the ground
I breathe in and 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, i breathe out
Then go down to do an interview
About a song, three minutes long
I just need something to do
Especially when your dearest friend
Was sent to cover kosovo
His last assignment brought a bullet
And now he’s gone, he’s gone

Chorus
Feels like i’m fiddlin’ 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 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

- chorus -

I breathe in, i breathe out
I breathe in, i breathe out
I breathe in, i breathe out

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