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 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