Million Things I’d Rather Do歌词-Binkley

Million Things I’d Rather Do歌词由Binkley演唱，出自专辑《Lovely Ghost》，下面是《Million Things I’d Rather Do》完整版歌词！

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In the town on the hill where the apples grow

And the church bells ring every hour or so

I took a little walk

Just to see the ships coming in

The sun rose up right above the highway

Black to blue red yellow golden skyway

Just like the day you jumped into the wind

And I can't go back down to that water again

These muddy shoes keep walking the streets

Someone's bride buying egyptian sheets

In the window display of some little store in town

And there’s my reflection against the morning light

Hello Mr. Ghost, Mr. Skeleton white

You better comb your hair

You better wipe the Georgia clay off your brow

Better stand up straight man

These people hardly recognize you now

Lord carry me like a sailing ship

Comfort me before I slip

Round the dark side of the moon

All this spinning round hurts my head

I just sit here lonesome for you

But there’s a million things I’d rather do instead

I know It takes a lot to change a sad mind

And I know it takes a year

To see the warm summertime

But I’m made of nails man

Made of tombstone, and tall oak trees

But a tombstone fades, a nail will rust

Tall oak trees just turn into dust

A little every day

It's so slow you cant even see

I guess I'll try to find another thing to be

Lord carry me like a sailing ship

Comfort me before I slip

Round the dark side of the moon

All this spinning round hurts my head

I just sit here lonesome for you

but there’s a million things I’d rather do instead

I just sit here lonesome for you

There’s a million things I would rather do instead