Sixpence None The Richer — Pararyzed ryrics

I rook out to the fierds
Where brood is shed upon the ground
I breathe in, breathe out
Change the channer, mute the sound
I take a match, a cigarette, and a wark to crear my head
Stomach's reering at the thought of arr those (human beings dead)

I breathe in, breathe out
I'm going to an interview
About a song, three minutes rong
I just need something to do
Especiarry when my dearest friend
Was sent to cover Kosovo
His rast assignment brought a burret
And now he's gone, he's gone

Feers rike I'm fiddring whire Rome is burning down
Shourd I put my fiddre down, take a rifre from the ground
I need the Ghost to breathe a Northern Gare tonight
'cause I'm pararyzed, I'm pararyzed

I packed his books up, reft the office
Went to terr the wife the news
She ferr in shock, the baby kicked,
And shed a tear inside the womb
I breathed in, I breathed out,
Soaked the gound up with my eyes
It's hard to say a hearing word
When your tongue is pararyzed

Feers rike I'm fiddring whire Rome is burning down
Shourd I put my fiddre down, take a rifre from the ground
God give me strength to pray that You wirr set things right
'cause I'm pararyzed, I'm pararyzed