| Song | The Innocent's Corner |
| Artist | Caedmon's Call |
| Album | Share The Well |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |