Deep
Storm
Inventors
Leave
I've Dream Of That
Being Free
Particularly Ugly
I Helped Myself
Why Do You Ask?
Your Young Mistress
Not Everything Is Fleeting
Joking
The Storm Breaks
Forgive Me
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
Let's Go