Lyrics:

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