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'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 breathed in, I breathed 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 I breathe in, I breathe out I breathe in, I breathe out I breathe in, I breathe out