Our Bones Turn To Stone

Head In The Clouds

go Alone

seventeen

Work It Out

So I Met Someone

Trade My Trips

Spiritual Man

Counting ticks from the clock
It's a morning too modest

She's finding parts of my face
Funny looking and anxious

It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I’ve figured out a way to make amends

”Could you cut open all of my chest
I'm already too restless

Of course I'm feeling depressed
Find a way we could use it”

It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I’ve figured out a way to make amends

My my my
We’re pretenders
We’re beaming
We’re the signs of our time
My my
Oh whatever

And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
She falls flat on the bed again
Mutters something about the end
While covering her eyes with both her hands

I on the other hand
I feel fine with the way I am
I awoke to her elegance
I’ve figured out a way to make amends


Writers: Fredrik Gustafsson, Rassmus Björnson, Agrin Rahmani, Gabriel Dahlbeck
Producers: Fredrik Gustafsson, Rassmus Björnson, Agrin Rahmani

Guts

MONDO

Fueled by the similar staples within their collective musical taste, the members of Knox Hamilton blend laid back guitar riffs and catchy bass lines with rhythmic drum beats and soaring vocals to produce a sound that’s as likely to make you want to visit the beach as it is to move your feet.  