from the album "A440" vocals by Wilsun. she’s in a mood with a, permanent frown see it, cover her face from her, chin to her crown oh you’d better, get out, of the house please don’t come over I’m afraid of what she’ll say I’m afraid…

The closing number. Lockdown: We don't get to choose our days or chase our past We only get the ones, we've made to cast but there are things I'd say if I could and If I was a better man but under lockdown all I have... Sweet end…

So I've learned a thousand things for the thousand things I forgot Too much too soon to see it changing you Walking slowly, walking quickly all the time To survivie the bitter streets where the castaways always look away, and I do the…