Get Home.

I have decided to dissect a song by a fabulous band called Bastille. Perhaps you have heard of them. Perhaps you haven't.
Either way.
The guy who writes the music, he is a genius. I feel like I can relate to nearly every single one of his songs. His lyrics are full of emotion and meaning, which is wonderful because it doesn't seem like many artists try to incorporate deeper meaning to their songs--what you see is what you get. But every time I listen to these songs, I find a new facet to focus on, a new glimmer of meaning.
So, without further ado I present to you [my interpretation of] "Get Home."

How am I gonna get myself back home?
We are the last people standing at the end of the night.
We are the greatest pretenders in the cold morning light.
This is just another night, and we've had many of them.
To the morning we're cast out, but I know I'll land here again.

How am I gonna get myself back home?
There's a light in the bedroom, but it's dark.
Scattered around on the floor are my thoughts. 
This is just another night, and we've had many of them.
To the morning we're cast out, but I know I'll land here again.

How am I gonna get myself back home?

The birds are mocking me. They call to be heard.
The birds are mocking me. They curse my return.

How am I gonna get myself back home?
I'm lost.


I've come to the conclusion that this song depicts life as someone who suffers from depression.
We are the last people standing at the end of the night. When you're weighed down with so many things, it becomes impossible to sleep and you end up spending your whole night tossing and turning, with your thoughts seemingly "scattered around on the floor". Sometimes it can feel like this in a very literal sense. You spend the whole night thinking about everything.
We are the greatest pretenders. Some of the happiest seeming people I know are actually plagued by depression.
Another thing that stands out to me is the general feeling toward light and morning. Light is described as cold. Despite the fact that there's a light in the room, it's dark. Sometimes, no matter how much light there is, everything can be dark.  The whole world seems to have taken on a sort of hollow, greyscale appearance. And even the birds singing seems to be a mockery, taunting and cursing the return of someone who doesn't feel the cheer that seems to be present in every other aspect.
And despite the fact that this person seems to be in their home (according to the first verse) they still feel lost. Feeling like you don't belong no matter where you are, feeling lost, is one of the worst feelings and it has been captured completely throughout the lyrics of this song.

You should give it a listen.