High and Dry
Come Fly With Me
In The Wee Small Hours Of
You And Me Are Gone
All At Sea
I Get A Kick Out Of You
Just One Of Those Things
The Age of Anxiety
Lover, You Should Have Come Over
Get Your Way
It Aint Necesary It So
I Want To Be A Popstar
Back To The Ground
Our Day Will Come
In The Wee Smal Hours Of The Morning