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 White innocence, she was 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 Go on and hitch a ride this way 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