Luyện nghe bài hát White Innocence

She drifted from some festival
Didn't look like any summer of
Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy
She was the to fit my glove

Funny thing, the innocence of the
thing, the charm of the young

See how she moves just two angels
In innocence
Yet one of was on the run

The other's tapping at my car
And I'm through the sun
Trying to see if she's some of the nineties
Or just another dangerous of mine

Yeah, white innocence, innocence
innocence, she was white innocence

A perfect was in her stocking
It made a perfect window to her
I could have moved her waterfalls
Her misty curtains drawn

Did she see safety in my numbers?
To hitch a ride this way
Felt I was taking her to market now
To be sold as the lot of the day

Funny thing, the of the lonely
thing, the charm of the young

White innocence, innocence
White innocence, white
White innocence, innocence
White innocence, white, white

She the button, lowered the window
Let her hand trail in the slipstream of the
A frost from seemed to lick her fingers
I could have warmed them but the moment wasn't

Obvious, she was nowhere special
Yeah, well, it was obvious to me
I was doing some, watching, some waiting
She'd been here before, definitely

There was the promise of early
There was the promise of on earth
Think I was sending out low-voltage
it right down for what it was worth

She and looked at me in white innocence
And with the clearest eyes of forever
She rested one hand for a second on my knee
I the car, she walked away

Funny thing, the of the lonely
thing, the charm of the young
you go now

White innocence, white
White innocence, innocence
innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white
White innocence, innocence