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
’cause I’m paralyzed, I’m paralyzed |
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