In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning

Mood Indigo

Glad to Be Unhappy

I Get Along Without You Very Well (Except Sometimes)

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

I\'ll Wind

It Never Entered My Mind

Dancing on the Ceiling

I\'ll Never Be the Same

This Love of Mine