We clapped our hands to celebrate life
If only for a second or two
The neighbours saw each others faces
And smiled despite what they'd been through
The doors were open wide on the street
But no-one dared to venture close
Just a wave of hands across the tarmac
Then back inside for TV or Prose
Now the pubs have locked their doors
And the children are inside their homes
All the whispering inside four walls
Turns to hands that turns to screams and moans
We're all hoping for a sign to leave
Or a sign that we can hold our hands
And one day we will walk again
But there's only silence until then
Boris on my TV screen
Warning us of threat to life
Out my window blossoms marching
Blind to our trouble and strife
On the street a distance keeps us safe
At home we only watch and wait
We dust the walls and clean the tables
While the unlucky they meet their fate
Now the pubs have locked their doors
And the children are inside their homes
All the whispering inside four walls
Turns to hands that turns to screams and moans
We're all hoping for a sign to leave
Or a sign that we can hold our hands
And one day we will walk again
But there's only silence until then