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
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