In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning

Mood Indigo

Glad to Be Unhappy

I Get Along Without You Very Well

Deep in a Dream

I See Your Face Before Me

Can\'t We Be Friends

When Your Lover Has Gone

What Is This Thing Called Love ?

Last Night When We Were Young

I\'ll Be Around

Ill Wind

It Never Entered My Mind

Dancing On the Ceiling

I\'ll Never Be the Same

This Love of Mine