If I only had a typewriter If I only had a typewriter I’d write and write for hours Each sentence would be perfect If I only had a greenhouse I'd

Brick by brick Brick by brick, to build a house That's what they say but it's not true There's so much else to do Step by step,

Then it becomes something you hadn't considered before It floats on the edge of a place that you hadn't been to before Sounds in your head that are proving

“I’m sorry, my darling.” I knew what was coming, deep down it was going to happen but still, I just stood, taking it in. A question within, “Shouldn’t you leave now,

Perfect World In my perfect world We’d wake up to the birds And drink tea until we felt the need To rouse ourselves and start the day In my perfect world We’