A Very Little House on a Very Little Island

I'd like
To get up and move away
Not my regular theatrics
I'm just very sick and tired of it all
So leave me, please
Let me get what I want this time
But every where's the same and
Architecture won't make days any shorter
So a message to space
Someone fly me away
I'll have anywhere
Where purpose is more
Than the same old mundane
On a tiresome loop
Give me an island
In the middle of nowhere

Oh to be an emperor on a European tour
Circa 1804
I dream of no great conquest
Just the one thing to make sure
On moving day redecorate the walls

Why try
To humour a single, new face?
Not my standard melodrama
Just no visitation hours
For more, than the few
But really
I've tried just that one too many times
Now I'm leaving any second
Once the courage builds to walk for the door
So a message to space
Someone take me away
I'll have anything that's marginally nicer
Than the familiar face
And the repeat of words
Give me an island in the middle of nowhere

Oh to be an emperor on a European tour
Circa 1804
I dream of no great conquest
Just the one thing to make sure
On moving day redecorate the walls



Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Michael Booth, Edward Geoffrey Thomas Sharp
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