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's reeling 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
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 put 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 gound 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 put my fiddle down, take a rifle 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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Writer(s): MATTHEW PRESTON SLOCUM