i heard the phone ring
then it stopped
it woke me up
it's past two in the afternoon
it's raining
my hair is a mess
a crumpled letter on the floor
a letter i wrote
and threw away last night
glasses with wine and the
whisky i drank last night
the cat is walking around
the ashtray full of
cigarette ends
i wonder why the war
is not over
i wonder why
there's still war
when i have a hang-over
i don't need any music
i can't stand
any music
i went through my mail
threw a lot of letters away
had some tea
and the afternoon was over
i just stayed home
waiting for my new lover
whom i called
last night
but thinking of you
isn't war over
today?
i don't think
war will end
why isn't
war over yet?
why isn't
war over?
i was invited
for dinner
to an expensive restaurant
where only rich people go
i don't think i'll be wearing
the clothes i was wearing last night
i'll put on new clothes
and go out
i'll ask my rich friends
'what does it
feel like
to be
rich?'
i wonder if
war will be over
i don't think
war will ever be over
(repeat)