She drifted from some minor festival
Didn't look like any summer of love
Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field
She was the hand to fit my gloveFunny thing, the innocence of the lonely
Funny thing, the charm of the youngSee how she moves just like two angels
In white innocence
Yet one of them was on the runThe 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 mineYeah, white innocence, white innocence
White innocence, she was white innocenceA perfect hole was in her stocking
It made a perfect window to her heart
I could have moved among her waterfalls
Her misty curtains drawn apartDid she see warm safety in my numbers?
To wanna hitch a ride this way
Felt like I was taking her to market now
To be sold as the last lot of the dayFunny thing, the distance of the lonely
Funny thing, the charm of the youngWhite innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white, white innocenceShe pressed the button, lowered the window
Let her hand trail in the slipstream of the night
A frost from nowhere seemed to lick her fingers
I could have warmed them but the moment wasn't rightObvious, she was headed nowhere special
Yeah, well, it was even obvious to me
I was doing some, some watching, some waiting
She'd been here before, most definitelyThere was the promise of early bed-time
There was the promise of heaven on earth
Think I was sending out low-voltage electricity
Played it right down for what it was worthShe turned 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
I stopped the car, she walked awayFunny thing, the wisdom of the lonely
Funny thing, the charm of the young
Away you go nowWhite innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence