Lockdown ditty from solitary flat-dweller in an English market-town somewhere in deepest darkest Somerset.

"The silence is deafening, the walls caving in
You just want to reach out and touch someone, feel the pressure on skin
And you're wondering how long it's been, how long it will be
Until you see your friends again, until you feel free

Springtime breathing, the world turned to green
England's dreaming of leaving the dream

Sleepwalking  through empty streets, a ghost in your shell
With your groundhog day on repeat, we're all caught in this spell
You just want to reach out and touch someone, break through these screens
And you say 'well it's been lovely but now I just want to SCREAM'

Springtime breathing in a world turned to green
England's dreaming of leaving the dream
Springtime breathing, we're all caught in this spell
England's dreaming of leaving this hell...

And the silence is deafening, the walls caving in
You just want to reach out and touch someone, skin upon skin
And the springtime's breathing, we're all caught in this spell
England's dreaming new stories to tell."

Springtime Breathing (demo)

Duncan Batey