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
