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, 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, and breathe out
I breathe in, and breathe out
I breathe in, and breathe out
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, 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, and breathe out
I breathe in, and breathe out
I breathe in, and breathe out
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Preston Slocum
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