Ill Wind

I See Your Face Before Me

Deep in a Dream

Last Night When We Were Young

I Get Along Without You Very Well

This Love of Mine

It Never Entered My Mind

When Your Lover Has Gone

Can't We Be Friends?

Glad to Be Unhappy

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning

What Is This Thing Called Love?

I'll Be Around

I'll Never Be the Same

Dancing on the Ceiling

Mood Indigo