Tom Milsom - Watching Paint Dry [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm sitting here in hope that I can
Get some piece of mind
And I'm hoping that the paint fumes
Will provide me with the time
To think about how I will go
And turn this house into a home
For all of us

I painted it on Monday
And it's drying still today
And off the walls but on my mind's
That horrible wallpaper
That was pasted on the walls
And made the room feel rather small
And dark and sad

So I laid down the paper and
Picked up my brushes to start
Painting over this old home
To make it peel like it's my own
But desperate not to be alone
Cause this home needs a heart

And I'm watching the paint dry on the walls
And every time I think I hear
The sound of someone coming near
I turn to see who's there
And there's never anybody there at all

Yesterday the walls were grey
But now it's kinda blue
It makes the room feel larger
It's an incandescent hue
That makes me think of electricity
And people living in the city below

I've worked the first half of my life
To spend the second in this place
And I'm only just discovering
Part of the human race
That's looking round for someone
They would like to
Spend the days and maybe might to
Fall in love with one another
Settle down, become a mother

And I'm watching the paint dry on the wall
Staring blankly to the other
Wondering if I could even
Be the man that someone would
Like to give their all, and
I'm watching the pain dry on the wall
And I'll wait for opportunity to call