Quarantine

In the evening rush she takes her seat by the window

And when she lights up nobody speaks - they adjust their clothes

She sits on the train from 5:15 to 5:50; It's always the same

The way, she says, "they look at me,"

From Saturday to Saturday

Contact unclean

Lock me up in quarantine

Contact unclean

Lock me up in quarantine

Bathed in the blue wash of a TV screen, surfing served-up dreams

To the happy glow of the burger bar, watching the passing cars

From Saturday to Saturday

Contact unclean

Lock me up in quarantine

Contact unclean

Lock me up in quarantine

Contact unclean

Lock me up in quarantine

Contact, I'm unclean

Lock me up in quarantine

Quarantine, quarantine

All our lives we've been in quarantine

Quarantine, quarantine

All our lives we've been in quarantine

Quarantine, quarantine

All our lives we've been in quarantine

Quarantine, quarantine

All our lives we've been in quarantine