or
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
'cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed

Written by SLOCUM, MATTHEW PRESTON
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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