Sixpence None the Richer SONG

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
I go to do an interview
about a song, three minutes long
I just need something to do
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, 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

I packed his books up, left the office
went to tell the wife (the news)
she fell in shock, the baby kicked,
shed a tear inside the womb
I breathe in, breathe 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 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