 | Music For Tourists (14 Titles) |
Number of Lyrics in Album : 14
By Chris Garneau, The baby's sleeping in the crib on top.
The baby's sleeping
By Chris Garneau, Drink up, baby.
Stay up all night.
Oh, the things you could
By Chris Garneau, Air-conditioning is cold.
Summer's hot and love is old.
I wish I
By Chris Garneau, I hope you don't go away.
I still have some nice
By Chris Garneau, Men doing men-thing times,
Chewing candy and tabacco lines,
Drinking harpoon pints,
Tossing
By Chris Garneau, You have killed them,
And you don't know why.
Your lips, they
By Chris Garneau, I'm sorry
He brought us there,
Me, crying in my underwear
On the
By Chris Garneau, Try and think of nice things to say
Or I might
By Chris Garneau, You're always so still.
I never will be like you
And you
By Chris Garneau, I saw the sea come in.
I saw your good old
By Chris Garneau, I should'a killed you myself.
It was always a dream of
By Chris Garneau, All the time in the world
Is lying right beside me,
But
By Chris Garneau, Like the touch of my mother's hand on my head,
I'll
By Chris Garneau, You say you wanna die
'Cause the things don't work out