Sixpence None the Richer
Sixpence None the Richer
Sixpence None the Richer
Sixpence None the Richer
Sixpence None the Richer
Sixpence None the Richer
Sixpence None the Richer
Sixpence None the Richer
Sixpence None the Richer
Sixpence None the Richer
Sixpence None the Richer
Sixpence None the Richer
Sixpence None the Richer
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, I 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, I breathe out
I breathe in, I breathe out
I breathe in, I breathe out
Paralyzed was written by Matt Slocum.
Paralyzed was produced by Matt Slocum & Paul Fox.
Sixpence None the Richer released Paralyzed on Tue Oct 29 2002.