 Music & Lyrics by : 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 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
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