Текст (слова) песни: Paul McCartney - Distractions

What is this thing in life that persuades me to spend

Time away from you?

If you can answer this you can have the moon.

This is the place to be, anyway you can see

Theres a lovely view.

Why are there always so many other things to do?

Distractions, like butterflies are buzzing round my head,

When Im alone I think of you

And the life wed lead if we could only be free

From these distractions.

The postmans at the door

While the telephone rings on the kitchen wall,

Pretend were not at home and theyll disappear.

I want to be with you, tell me what I can do,

Nothing is too small

Away from all this jazz we could do anything at all.

Distractions, like butterflies are buzzing round my head.

When Im alone I think of you

And the things wed do if we could only be through

With these distractions.

Ill fond the peaceful place far a way from the noise of a busy

Day

Where we can spend our nights counting shooting stars,

Distractions, like butterflies are buzzing round my head.

When Im alone I think of you

And the things wed do if we could only be through

With these distractions, like butterflies theyre

Buzzing round my head, when Im alone I think of you

And the life wed lead if we could only be free

From these distractions.

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