Clive - Bring Me Home [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

V1:
Well, if home is where the heart is
And I'm living solo in an apartment I guess I'm homeless, arctic soul
Colder as I'm growing older scoping out my target
Holding on to this prose cause poetry's cathartic
They say the best things in life are free, but also that nothing in life is
So, I'm searching for what's priceless
With a constant fuel of confusion
Backwards rationalizing like i knew what i was doing
But i didn't now I'm drifting in a wrongful predicament
And the problem is I'm lost. this cognitive dissonance
Is more prominent today and when our thoughts are in disarray
We start feeling like we're living in the end of days
But in desperation we let it rain
In the slim hope it'll rinse away every flame
So i get in the zone and i pen a poem
Fidgeting with it alone, wishing it'll bring me home

V2:
We don't need to read the palms of our hands to see what tomorrow has planned
We'll probably still be walking this land
Destitute in our quest for truth filled with lies in a loop
To win the prize, get the loot, call it a sham
But I can feel it in the air like mister Collins
One day ballin' and chillin' in a villa with Willa Holland
Spending a million dollars on her and building a following
Bigger than all of the largest coliseums till I'm buried in a mausoleum
Yet I'd give it all in for a little solace till then
I'm sitting in this tree of knowledge with an empty wallet
A solitary bee in the colony sniffing for pollen
So when winter's calling and it gets demolished
My cluster can be strong and
I hung up on solitude but still it's calling
Just a wizard on a mission trying to fill my cauldron
Waving a wand yelling bring me home or something close to it
Just so i can cope with this loneliness
Reached the end of my rope and now I'm choking
I'm broken with copious amounts of hopelessness
Oh no it's getting to the point that I'm noticing
College students, toddlers, cougars
Coppers, robbers n looters
Fathers daughters n juniors intruders shoppers consumers
All got a common denominator we're waiting
For something to bring us home