In the evening rush, she takes her seat by the window
And when she lights up, nobody speaks, they just adjust their clothes
She sits on the train from five fifteen to five fifty
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
* (repeat)

* (repeat)

Quarantine, quarantine
All our lives we've been in quarantine (*4)