Lyrics of
White Innocence

She drifted from some minor festival, ha
Didn't look like any Summer of love
Just a thousand weekend worriors in a muddy field
It was the hand to fit my glove
Funny thing the innocence of the lonely
Funny thing the charm of the young
She how she moves just like two angels, white innocence
Yea one of them is on the run
The other's tapping at my car window
Mum, and I'm squinting through the sun
Trying to see if she's some child of the nineties
Or just another dangerous fantasy of mine, yea
White innocence, white innocence
A perfect whole was in her stocking
It made a perfect window to the heart
It could have moved among the waterfalls
A mist of curtains drawn apart
Did you say you want saftey in my numbers
Felt like I was taking her market now
To be sold as the last luck of the day
Funny thing the distance of the lonely
Funny thing the charm of the young, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white, white innocence
She pressed the button, lowered the window
Let her hand trailing the slipstream of the night
A frost from nowhere seemed to lick her fingers
I could of warmed them but the moment wasn't right
Obvious she was headed nowhere special, yea
Well it was even obvious to me
I was doing some, some watching, some waiting
She'd been here before most definitely
It was the promise of early bedtime hum
It was the promise of heaven on earth
Think I was sending out local to GE electricity
Played it right down for what it was worth
She turn and looked at me in white innocence
And with the clearest eyes of forever gray
She rested one small hand for a second on my knee
stopped the car, she walked away mum
Funny thing the wisdom of the lonely
Funny thing the charm of the young
Away you go now
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white, white innocence
White innocence