It was a long flight from London
Masks tangled in our hair
Security guards and policeman
Standing stern over there
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a bus in the light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
We had to stop fourteen nights

There they stood in the doorway
‘Put your mask on’ they yelled
And I was thinkin' to myself
'This could be heaven or this could be hell’
On the floor there was arrows
And they showed us the way
There were voices down the corridor
We thought we heard them say:

Welcome to the Hotel Quarantina
Such a lonely place (such a lonely place)
Such a lonely space
Plenty of room at the Hotel Quarantina
For this virus year (for this virus year)
You are staying here

Our minds completely twisted
We really miss our friends
We got a lot of major jet lag noise
That we can’t amend
We should dance in the fresh air
But we can only dream
When they finally take us there
We could probably scream

So I called up the desk guy
"Please bring us some wine"
He said, "You can have it for a grand old price of 29.99"
And still those freedoms are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say:

Welcome to the Hotel Quarantina
Such a lonely place (such a lonely place)
Such a lonely space
We’re not living it up at the Hotel Quarantina
Not a nice surprise (not a nice surprise)
Bring your forks and knives*

Think you are going somewhere
Maybe you think twice
You are all just prisoners here of Morrison’s* device
And in our four walled chambers
We gather for the feast
We stab it with our plastic knives
But we just can't kill the beast

Last thing we remember
They permanently shut the door
I had to find diazepam pack
To stop me waking up at four
"Relax", said the hotel staff
We’ll try to give you some relief
You can check out in a week or so
Won’t be long before you leave’

Some context - if you haven't seen my previous posts. My husband and I are stuck in two weeks hotel quarantine in Australia under guard, courtesy of Australian government. The forks and knives reference is because we can't have crockery or proper cutlery - who knows why, I 'm yet to discover. And Morrison is our prime minister. Damn I wish we had Ardern - she lets people have 45 minutes fresh air and exercise. We have 15 minutes - hence the need to scream.