The Innocent's Corner 歌词

	作曲 : Moore
	Huddled in the light of a cellular billboard
	A family of four is a nation at war
	In her head are the echoes of weeping
	Of children the Sunday before
	Are no match for hunger’s incline
	And she fell to her knees as she cried
	In the Innocent’s corner I’ll hide
	You came around and lifter her up with the angels beside
	Would she be denied?
	Ours is a land with a terrible shortage
	Of harvests to share and breathable air
	And a reason to live could be too hard to find
	Like a wage or a dime
	But we sit here debating the meaning of justice
	With self-righteous spin and an upper caste grin
	We’re still suffocating on quicksand indifference
	Where no choice is ever that hard
	And she fell to her knees as she cried
	In the Innocent’s corner she’ll hide
	You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside
	Would curb any hunger inside
	And she fell to her knees as she cried
	In the Innocent’s corner she’ll hide
	You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside

	zuo qu : Moore
	Huddled in the light of a cellular billboard
	A family of four is a nation at war
	In her head are the echoes of weeping
	Of children the Sunday before
	Are no match for hunger' s incline
	And she fell to her knees as she cried
	In the Innocent' s corner I' ll hide
	You came around and lifter her up with the angels beside
	Would she be denied?
	Ours is a land with a terrible shortage
	Of harvests to share and breathable air
	And a reason to live could be too hard to find
	Like a wage or a dime
	But we sit here debating the meaning of justice
	With selfrighteous spin and an upper caste grin
	We' re still suffocating on quicksand indifference
	Where no choice is ever that hard
	And she fell to her knees as she cried
	In the Innocent' s corner she' ll hide
	You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside
	Would curb any hunger inside
	And she fell to her knees as she cried
	In the Innocent' s corner she' ll hide
	You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside

	zuò qǔ : Moore
	Huddled in the light of a cellular billboard
	A family of four is a nation at war
	In her head are the echoes of weeping
	Of children the Sunday before
	Are no match for hunger' s incline
	And she fell to her knees as she cried
	In the Innocent' s corner I' ll hide
	You came around and lifter her up with the angels beside
	Would she be denied?
	Ours is a land with a terrible shortage
	Of harvests to share and breathable air
	And a reason to live could be too hard to find
	Like a wage or a dime
	But we sit here debating the meaning of justice
	With selfrighteous spin and an upper caste grin
	We' re still suffocating on quicksand indifference
	Where no choice is ever that hard
	And she fell to her knees as she cried
	In the Innocent' s corner she' ll hide
	You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside
	Would curb any hunger inside
	And she fell to her knees as she cried
	In the Innocent' s corner she' ll hide
	You came around and lifted her up with the angels beside

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