| Song | West Of Her Spine |
| Artist | Bell X1 |
| Album | Music In Mouth |
| 作曲 : Crosby, Geraght, Noonan ... | |
| She asked me to work on that knot | |
| Now I've been at that | |
| Coalface some time | |
| I've been trying to untie that knot | |
| I'm trying to work it to a soft spot | |
| And lie there a while | |
| Just south of her shoulder | |
| And west of her spine | |
| Now you'd think that | |
| I could Untie that knot | |
| I'm the one who put it there in | |
| The first place | |
| But it's like trying to remember | |
| Where you've buried treasure | |
| Well I've a vague idea | |
| But it was under the pale moon light | |
| And I was south of her shoulder | |
| And west of her spine | |
| Sometimes early in the morning | |
| I watch her breathing rise and fall | |
| I've spilled in drunk beside her | |
| In the stillness of dawn | |
| See how her hair spills over | |
| Like frayed ends of twine | |
| All wild and wrapped around her | |
| Like these wandering arms of mine | |
| Well I hope they find a soft spot | |
| Where I can lie for a while | |
| Just south of her shoulder | |
| And west of her spine | |
| Now careful not to wake her | |
| I trace back along the twine | |
| To where her never endings sing | |
| Of too much of my time | |
| It's here | |
| I'll rest my chin | |
| And breathe her deep and smile | |
| For I think | |
| I've found a soft spot and | |
| I'll lie here a while | |
| It's here | |
| I'll raise my flag | |
| And claim this land as mine | |
| Just south of her shoulder |
| zuò qǔ : Crosby, Geraght, Noonan ... | |
| She asked me to work on that knot | |
| Now I' ve been at that | |
| Coalface some time | |
| I' ve been trying to untie that knot | |
| I' m trying to work it to a soft spot | |
| And lie there a while | |
| Just south of her shoulder | |
| And west of her spine | |
| Now you' d think that | |
| I could Untie that knot | |
| I' m the one who put it there in | |
| The first place | |
| But it' s like trying to remember | |
| Where you' ve buried treasure | |
| Well I' ve a vague idea | |
| But it was under the pale moon light | |
| And I was south of her shoulder | |
| And west of her spine | |
| Sometimes early in the morning | |
| I watch her breathing rise and fall | |
| I' ve spilled in drunk beside her | |
| In the stillness of dawn | |
| See how her hair spills over | |
| Like frayed ends of twine | |
| All wild and wrapped around her | |
| Like these wandering arms of mine | |
| Well I hope they find a soft spot | |
| Where I can lie for a while | |
| Just south of her shoulder | |
| And west of her spine | |
| Now careful not to wake her | |
| I trace back along the twine | |
| To where her never endings sing | |
| Of too much of my time | |
| It' s here | |
| I' ll rest my chin | |
| And breathe her deep and smile | |
| For I think | |
| I' ve found a soft spot and | |
| I' ll lie here a while | |
| It' s here | |
| I' ll raise my flag | |
| And claim this land as mine | |
| Just south of her shoulder |