Deep
Storm
Leave
Inventors
I've Dream Of That
Joking
Being Free
Particularly Ugly
I Helped Myself
Why Do You Ask?
Your Young Mistress
Not Everything Is Fleeting
Forgive Me
The Storm Breaks
It's Ages Since That Happened
Doesn't Talk Much
Consoled
Good Things
Tell Me
In Solitude
Portrait Of A Lady On Fire
I'll Fetch It
Wine?
Try To Be Funny
Cover Up