g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Complaints were made about the doorman's lack of promptitude
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Dark days of idleness and ennui
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Sneaky escape
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Stormy night on the East coast
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
But now we're back in Norway. That's how we know we f***** up
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Sometimes summer is elusive
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:
1897 was a good year
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:
Pour your sorrows right here in the dark sand
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
The snow cleanses but the wind carries your name
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:
Look for me on the dark side of the lake
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
I came upon a river
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
It seemed like a good idea at the time
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Musing about the fragility of all things
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
In the starlight and static
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Come and sit with me
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Take me home, muddy road
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
I have been counted... One.
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Dreams of underwater
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
The need for green
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Signal for an elsebound train
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
I'm so elusive sometimes
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
February mood
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:
Merry Christmas, folks
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
That silver forest reminded me of you
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
We will go home across the mountains
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Bury me here, where the fields bleed
