g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: It is easy to be brave from a distance
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: There is a time and place to ponder the odds
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: I am not your carpet ride, I am the sky
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: Remember, remember... my birthday
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: And then the floor rose and hit her on the forehead
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: Something lurking in the undergrowth
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: There is only nervousness and death
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: The houses stood in a line
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: Just the clouds and the sheep
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: Alternative holiday destination
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: St. Kieran has left the building
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: Were we friends, were we lovers
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: Storms are swirling round our heads but we're not listening
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: Ponte dei industrial Sospiri
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: On n'est jamais aussi bien servi que par soi-même
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: Living in a colourless world
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: She nursed a mildly secret crush on Basil Rathbone
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: For those who like that sort of thing
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t: "Peekaboo" says St Cuthbert