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