Quarantine - Delay Trees

I wrote this song in quarantine

On a deadly virus of positivity

They had no other option but to lock me down

I was a national hazard just walking around

A passer-by found me one morning

Sitting by the tram stop, smiling

She had good intentions, did what she had to do

I was a national hazard thinking life was good

And talking to strangers, talking to strangers, thank god i’m cured

Now i’m healed from that rare disease

Into another grey creature filling the streets

Forming queues and waiting in lines

Standing in an escalator for the rest of my life

And not talking to strangers, not talking to strangers, thank god i’m cured