Sixpence None The Richer - Paralyzed Lyrics
I look out to the fieldsWhere blood is shed upon the groundI breathe in, breathe outChange the channel, (mute) the soundI take a match, a cigarette, and a walk to clear my headStomach seething at the thought of all those (human beings dead)I breathe in, breathe outIm going to an interviewAbout a song, three minutes longThat will mean nothing to youEspecially when your dearest friendWas sent to cover kosovoHis last assignment brought a bulletAnd now hes gone, hes goneFeels like Im (fiddling) while rome is burning downShould I put my (fiddle) down and rise up from the groundGod give me strength to pray that you will set things rightcause Im paralyzed, Im paralyzedThere was a (christian) in the officeSent to tell the wife (the news)Fell in shock, the baby kicked, shed a tear inside the wombI breathe in, breathe outSoak the ground up with my eyesI try to say a healing wordBut my tongue is paralyzedFeels like Im (fiddling) while rome is burning downShould I put my (fiddle) down and rise up from the groundGod give me strength to pray that you will set things rightcause Im paralyzed, Im paralyzed
