A song about a pandemic that I wrote and recorded in 2014 for my album Yoko Temple - Brainrunner

I thought the lyrics ran true in these times so I'd release it on here

Lyrics:

These sentimental sounds, keep us kept afar

Our broken mould is found, cover us in tar

Growing roses in the sidewalk, the home is smelling safe

Black death return is all talk, We're waiting for the wave

The waves of falling down

The waves of coughing arrows

The waves of doctors orders

The waves of posie pockets

Hell on earth is found, magma in your heart

Take a look around, returning to the start

Keep your panic in a jar, a time and place for all

Take your worries really far...