| Song | Motions |
| Artist | Bamboo Smoke |
| Album | Motions |
| 作词 : Louise Wellby | |
| 作曲 : Thomas Hollis/Louise Wellby | |
| Evening's come, lipstick on, thunder rumbles in my head | |
| Nervous Laughter, lost your tongue | |
| I drink the sea drop to the floor. | |
| I'll take my hair down if you lose the act, spread into my corners and fill up the gaps, We're crashing a book launch, your telling my lies, Romance or Playground whiskey and wine. | |
| You can't think past these Motions in the dark | |
| Cross the lines on my palms not the lines of my heart. | |
| You can't think past these Motions in the dark | |
| Cross the lines on my palms not the lines of my heart. | |
| The Sky is plain as a page of paper, without texture or shade | |
| No Laughter Lines No eyes so deep you may fall | |
| I drink the sea drop to the floor. | |
| I'll take my hair down if you lose the act, spread into my corners and fill up the gaps, We're crashing a book launch, you're telling my lies, Romance or Playground whiskey and wine. | |
| You can't think past these Motions in the dark | |
| Cross the lines on my palms not the lines of my heart. | |
| You can't think past these Motions in the dark | |
| Cross the lines on my palms not the lines of my heart. | |
| You've got nothing, nothing to say, and I'm still here, by the way | |
| You've got nothing, nothing to say, I'm still here, by the way | |
| You've got nothing | |
| You can't think past these motions in the dark | |
| You can't think past these motions in the dark | |
| You can't think past these motions in the dark, cross the lines of my palms not the lines of my heart, | |
| Not the lines of my heart... |
| zuò cí : Louise Wellby | |
| zuò qǔ : Thomas Hollis Louise Wellby | |
| Evening' s come, lipstick on, thunder rumbles in my head | |
| Nervous Laughter, lost your tongue | |
| I drink the sea drop to the floor. | |
| I' ll take my hair down if you lose the act, spread into my corners and fill up the gaps, We' re crashing a book launch, your telling my lies, Romance or Playground whiskey and wine. | |
| You can' t think past these Motions in the dark | |
| Cross the lines on my palms not the lines of my heart. | |
| You can' t think past these Motions in the dark | |
| Cross the lines on my palms not the lines of my heart. | |
| The Sky is plain as a page of paper, without texture or shade | |
| No Laughter Lines No eyes so deep you may fall | |
| I drink the sea drop to the floor. | |
| I' ll take my hair down if you lose the act, spread into my corners and fill up the gaps, We' re crashing a book launch, you' re telling my lies, Romance or Playground whiskey and wine. | |
| You can' t think past these Motions in the dark | |
| Cross the lines on my palms not the lines of my heart. | |
| You can' t think past these Motions in the dark | |
| Cross the lines on my palms not the lines of my heart. | |
| You' ve got nothing, nothing to say, and I' m still here, by the way | |
| You' ve got nothing, nothing to say, I' m still here, by the way | |
| You' ve got nothing | |
| You can' t think past these motions in the dark | |
| You can' t think past these motions in the dark | |
| You can' t think past these motions in the dark, cross the lines of my palms not the lines of my heart, | |
| Not the lines of my heart... |