| Song | Song For James |
| Artist | The Ghost of a Saber Tooth Tiger |
| Album | Acoustic Sessions |
| Sailing away on an old cliché | |
| Lost in the haze of a vague conversation | |
| Gazing into the eye of your storm | |
| The watery grave of your strange imagination | |
| Holding my breath til I turn blue | |
| I've sunk to the bottom of you | |
| I'm under your thumb you know | |
| Wasting tears on undertows | |
| Going around like a boat with one oar | |
| Washed up on the shore like a man overboard | |
| Throwing wishes into a bottomless well, well | |
| Now the tide has changed time to catch a fair well wave | |
| Woke up brushed my teeth | |
| Made some tea turned on the TV | |
| Nothing to see | |
| Crawled back to bed 'cuz of something you said | |
| You're like a song stuck in my head |
| Sailing away on an old cliché | |
| Lost in the haze of a vague conversation | |
| Gazing into the eye of your storm | |
| The watery grave of your strange imagination | |
| Holding my breath til I turn blue | |
| I' ve sunk to the bottom of you | |
| I' m under your thumb you know | |
| Wasting tears on undertows | |
| Going around like a boat with one oar | |
| Washed up on the shore like a man overboard | |
| Throwing wishes into a bottomless well, well | |
| Now the tide has changed time to catch a fair well wave | |
| Woke up brushed my teeth | |
| Made some tea turned on the TV | |
| Nothing to see | |
| Crawled back to bed ' cuz of something you said | |
| You' re like a song stuck in my head |