| Paralyzed - Sixpence None The Richer |
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| Written by Alphons Wiera Kusuma |
| Friday, 25 July 2008 13:29 |
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Paralyzed by Sixpence None The Richer I look out to the fields where blood is shed upon the ground I breathe in,I 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, I 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 lay my fiddle down and take a rifle from the ground I need a 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 breathe in,I breathe 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 and take a rifle from the ground I need a ghost to breathe a northern gale tonight 'cause I'm paralyzed, I'm paralyzed |