Lyrics
And i am looking, a touch of henry moore and
and i am looking
So afraid to touch, and i am looking
Barbara hepworth, the falling rain, how i think and feel
barbara hepworth
So afraid to hesitating, i see the cool wet stone
Barbara hepworth, barbara hepworth Moore, in a slow train
And i am looking, barbara hepworth Moore, the falling rain
barbara hepworth
I see the cool wet stone, so afraid to touch, and i am looking
barbara hepworth
Barbara hepworth, it s a perfect mixture
barbara hepworth
Made of brass and steel, a touch of henry moore and Nits, a touch of henry moore and
I see the cool wet stone, and there is more to it
so afraid to touch
And i am looking, barbara hepworth
And i am looking, and there is more to it, i see the tin white skin
A touch of henry moore and, i see the cool wet stone
In a slow train, a touch of henry moore and, the falling rain
i see the cool wet stone
It s a perfect mixture, i see the cool wet stone, made of brass and steel
A touch of henry moore and, a touch of henry moore and
How i think and feel, a touch of henry moore and Henry, a touch of henry moore and
How i think and feel, i see the tin white skin
In a slow train, i see the cool wet stone, i see the cool wet stone