There’s nothing left to say and there’s nothing left to do
the shops have all closed down…the schools are all burnt through
there’s nowhere left to go…the roads have all been blocked
the hospital is closed…the doors have all been locked.
And when you show me
all the bright stuff on that screen
I have to do a double-take to work out what it means...
and I am all plugged-in
with my fingers on the keys
I look of pixels now
but I think of birds and trees
the screen it licks my eyes
and my fingers twitch and ache
I seem to vaguely remember
what it’s like to go outside in September...