SIDE 1

IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS OF THE MORNING

MOOD INDIGO

GLAD TO BE UNHAPPY

I GET ALONG WITH OUT YOU VERY WELL

DEEP IN A DREAM

I SEE YOUR FACE BEFORE ME

CAN’T WE BE FRIENDS?

WHEN YOUR LOVER HAS GONE

SIDE 2

WHAT IS THIS THING CALLED LOVE

LAST NIGHT WHEN WE WERE YOUNG

I’LL BE AROUND

ILL WIND

IT NEVER ENTERED MIND

DANCING ON THE CEILING

I’LL NEVER BE THE SAME

THIS LOVE OF MINE