Sometimes she looks out the window, watching her hair grow

Down to her neck below her head, the paint she put on the picture

Hiding the hole on the picture

Runs again

But she doesn't mind if it does 'cos all she is thinking of

Is whatabout peace, whatabout love and whatabout us?



All night all high, the girl is broken on the wall

She holds the ending to it all

Right there in her hand

Whatabout peace (etc.)



[repeat]