In the morning on a white bicycle

In the morning on a white bicycle

In the morning on a white bicycle I will ride to you



I woke up face down in the snow

from a dream that started seven years ago

I didn't know where I could be

I can't believe I'd sold so many parts of me -



To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me

To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me.



I woke up face up in the sand

from I dream I know I'll never understand

I didn't know if it was real

I just remember how alone I can feel



To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me

To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me.



In the morning on a white bicycle

Afternoon I'm on a red bicycle

In the evening on a black bicycle I will ride to you.



To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me

To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me.