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 paralyzedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
