Letras de White Innocence

She drifted from some minor festival
Didn′t look like any summer of love
Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field
It was the hand that fit my glove

Funny thing the innocence of the lonely
Funny thing the charm of the young
See how she moves just like two angels
And white innocence
Yet one of them is on the run
The other's tapping at my car window
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

White innocence
White innocence
White innocence

She was white innocence
A perfect hole was in her stocking
Made a perfect window to her heart
I could have moved among her waterfalls
Or missed the curtains drawn apart

Did she see warm safety in my numbers?
I want to hit you right this way
Felt like I was taking her to market now
To be sold as the last lot 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 innocence
White innocence
White innocence