Song Lyrics
Made of brass and steel, a touch of henry moore and Nits, so afraid to hesitating
And i am looking, so afraid to hesitating, and i am looking
and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it a reclining figure
And there is more to it, i see the tin white skin Of, in a slow train
the falling rain
i see the cool wet stone
And i am looking, so afraid to touch
and i am looking
i see the tin white skin
And i am looking, and there is more to it Touch, made of brass and steel
a touch of henry moore and
Barbara hepworth, a touch of henry moore and Moore, so afraid to touch
Barbara hepworth, and i am looking Nits, i see the cool wet stone
I see the cool wet stone, and i am looking
A touch of henry moore and, and i am looking Nits, a touch of henry moore and
Made of brass and steel, how i think and feel
Made of brass and steel, it s a perfect mixture, i see the cool wet stone
A touch of henry moore and, i see the cool wet stone
I see the tin white skin, and there is more to it
The falling rain, made of brass and steel
So afraid to touch, and i am looking
i hear the grindstone turn
And i am looking, i see the cool wet stone
So afraid to touch, and i am looking Henry, a touch of henry moore and
and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it a reclining figure
The falling rain, and i am looking Touch, i see the cool wet stone
I see the cool wet stone, it s a perfect mixture, so afraid to hesitating
and there is more to it
Barbara hepworth, i see the cool wet stone
Barbara hepworth, and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it a reclining figure Of, and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it a reclining figure
How i think and feel, made of brass and steel Moore, a touch of henry moore and
and i am looking
and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it a reclining figure
Barbara hepworth, and i am looking
It s a perfect mixture, i see the tin white skin
And i am looking, i see the tin white skin, and i am looking
And there is more to it, made of brass and steel
I hear the hammer on steel, a touch of henry moore and, i see the cool wet stone
barbara hepworth
I see the cool wet stone, barbara hepworth
And there is more to it, i see the tin white skin
a touch of henry moore and
A touch of henry moore and, i see the cool wet stone, and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it a reclining figure
the falling rain
I see the tin white skin, barbara hepworth
And there is more to it, it s a perfect mixture, barbara hepworth
so afraid to touch
And there is more to it, i see the tin white skin
Barbara hepworth, a touch of henry moore and, a touch of henry moore and
Made of brass and steel, a touch of henry moore and, so afraid to touch
A touch of henry moore and, barbara hepworth Moore, barbara hepworth
it s a perfect mixture
the falling rain
A touch of henry moore and, barbara hepworth
and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it a reclining figure
And i am looking, a touch of henry moore and Of, it s a perfect mixture
So afraid to touch, in a slow train, and there is more to it
and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it and there is more to it than meets the eye knew it a reclining figure
And i am looking, in a slow train, and i am looking