g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
No one believes in love any more
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
On the bus to Nowhere
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Someone had gone shopping and forgotten all about their bath
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
By the time she decided not to stay, the car had rusted
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
A locomotive like a shy tarantula
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Missed it again
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
The place could have used a lick of paint
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Planning my escape
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Won't you help me killing time tonight
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Ye olde motorised vehicle
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Night falls fast
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Vanishing made easy
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Syn had parked in front of the garage again
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Let's make our escape
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
You do your thing and I drive the getaway car
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Saturday evening, looking for the keys I dropped
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Zombie apocalypses can be oddly scenic in a grungy edgy sort of way
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Last buses, hasty departures and stuff
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Skeletal cyclable shapes
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
I don't know, some gangster flick
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Do you want to go somewhere?
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
When it's almost Christmas and you just can't sleep
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Going nowhere and I'll be there soon
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
He told racing stories
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
There was this small incident with the clutch that I hate to mention
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
When your heart feels like a house where no one ever comes
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Mijn trein op het foute perron
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
He's walking the streets around here
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
I would have driven you anywhere
g a b r i e l l e s w i n d l e h u r s t:
Has anyone seen Mildred?
