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