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
stomach seething 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
that will mean nothing to you
especially when your 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