To the Pure...

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