"Get Home", sebuah lagu emotif dari Bastille, menyuarakan perasaan kesepian dan kerinduan. Liriknya yang menggugah merefleksikan perjuangan pelaku untuk menemukan jalan kembali ke rumah, baik secara fisik maupun emosional. Bait pembuka yang berulang-ulang menetapkan pertanyaan sentral lagu: "Bagaimana aku bisa kembali ke rumah?". Rasa keterasingan yang mendalam terungkap saat sang penyanyi menggambarkan dirinya sebagai yang terakhir bertahan dan sebagai "penipu terhebat".
Get Home Lyrics
Bastille
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
There's a light in the bedroom
But it's dark
Scattered around on the floor
All 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?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, I'm lost
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
There's a light in the bedroom
But it's dark
Scattered around on the floor
All 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?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
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?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay
How am I gonna get myself back home?
Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay, I'm lost