Текст песни To the Pure... — Richard Barone

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
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 a dream I know I’ll never understand
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 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 To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me To the pure, deep in the purest part of me
I will ride, I will ride to you
I will ride, I will ride to you
I will ride, I will ride to you
I will ride, I will ride to you