| Song | Knot in my Heart |
| Artist | The Zolas |
| Album | Ancient Mars |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| My friends are wilding | |
| how winter loves wear thin | |
| they’re cut to kindling | |
| when summer hits our skin. | |
| We’re like a seedling. | |
| suck tears out of a vase | |
| a forest fire knows | |
| Something will take its place. | |
| So why do I need | |
| something more | |
| you’ve got that secret knock to my door. | |
| I wake up some days with a knot in my heart | |
| Where oh where, where are you? | |
| It’s hard and weird not to know how your day begins | |
| though I’m lying next to someone new. | |
| Calm and collected. | |
| I’m feeling nothing in the world can shake my bones. | |
| These new distractions like growing grasses | |
| hide the path between our homes. |
| My friends are wilding | |
| how winter loves wear thin | |
| they' re cut to kindling | |
| when summer hits our skin. | |
| We' re like a seedling. | |
| suck tears out of a vase | |
| a forest fire knows | |
| Something will take its place. | |
| So why do I need | |
| something more | |
| you' ve got that secret knock to my door. | |
| I wake up some days with a knot in my heart | |
| Where oh where, where are you? | |
| It' s hard and weird not to know how your day begins | |
| though I' m lying next to someone new. | |
| Calm and collected. | |
| I' m feeling nothing in the world can shake my bones. | |
| These new distractions like growing grasses | |
| hide the path between our homes. |
| My friends are wilding | |
| how winter loves wear thin | |
| they' re cut to kindling | |
| when summer hits our skin. | |
| We' re like a seedling. | |
| suck tears out of a vase | |
| a forest fire knows | |
| Something will take its place. | |
| So why do I need | |
| something more | |
| you' ve got that secret knock to my door. | |
| I wake up some days with a knot in my heart | |
| Where oh where, where are you? | |
| It' s hard and weird not to know how your day begins | |
| though I' m lying next to someone new. | |
| Calm and collected. | |
| I' m feeling nothing in the world can shake my bones. | |
| These new distractions like growing grasses | |
| hide the path between our homes. |