| Song | Knots |
| Artist | Jeremy Messersmith |
| Album | The Reluctant Graveyard |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Black sweatband, sticks blur in her hands; she's the drummer | |
| She weaves a beat through Kinks and Deep Purple covers | |
| Can't shake her off | |
| She keeps me tied in knots | |
| I'm tangled from the inside out | |
| Strung out and tired, a funeral-crier; I'm heartsick | |
| So I twist and turn till the ropes start to burn and I'm frantic | |
| All those uptown boys making noise but she just yawns | |
| With a wicked back beat, she flips them off and then she's gone |