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