Quarantine lyrics

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.

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.

[CHORUS]

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.