Select language to translate this lyric
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 is 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, 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 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, I breathe out
I breathe in, I breathe out
I breathe in, I breathe out
- Album:
- The Fatherless And The Widow
- Lost in Transition
- Sixpence None The Richer
- Miscellaneous
- The Dawn Of Grace
- RTL2, Le Son Pop Rock Rentrée 2015
- AOL Sessions
- Lost in Transition (Bonus Track Version)
- This Beautiful Mess
- Collage: A Portrait of Their Best
- Early Favorites
- The Early Years
- Lost Treasures: An Essential Rarities Collection
- All Woman
- Waiting On the Sun (Studio Series Performance Track)
- Top Ten: Sixpence None the Richer
- Songs from the Book
- Waar is de zomer? Hier is de zomer!
- The Best of the Early Years
- Mega 3: Sixpence None the Richer