Lletres: Jethro Tull. Catfish Rising. 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
She was the hand to 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
In white innocence
Yet one of them was 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
Yeah, white innocence, white innocence
White innocence, she was white innocence
A 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 apart
Did 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 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, white innocence
She 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 right
Obvious, 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 definitely
There 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 worth
She 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 away
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 innocence
White innocence, white innocence
Didn't look like any summer of love
Just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field
She was the hand to 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
In white innocence
Yet one of them was 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
Yeah, white innocence, white innocence
White innocence, she was white innocence
A 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 apart
Did 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 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, white innocence
She 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 right
Obvious, 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 definitely
There 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 worth
She 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 away
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 innocence
White innocence, white innocence
Jethro Tull
Catfish Rising
Jethro Tull