Morning spills on silver streets, Blue above the town, Wheels begin to whisper, I am lifting off the ground. Sunlight on my shoulders, Wind across my sleeve, Sunday starts in motion, And the whole sky breathes. Empty roads are shining, Windows turning gold, Every quiet crossing Feels like a story told. Pedals keep on turning, Clouds are floating high, I leave the week behind me, Racing with the sky. I hear the rooftops singing, I feel the daylight rise, Every little heartbeat Opens up the sky. Open up the sky. Ride, ride, under the blue, I am flying through the avenue. Bright, bright, morning is new, Every heartbeat feels like sunlight too. Ride, ride, nothing to prove, Just the wind and the world in bloom. Bright, bright, breaking through, Sunday sky, I’m alive with you. Ah-ah, ah-ah, Through the light we go. Ah-ah, ah-ah, Let the bright wind flow. Traffic lights are blinking, Green into the day, Clouds are drifting slowly Like they know the way. Past the sleeping station, Flowers by the store, Every silent window Opens something more. Slow it down for one breath, Sun on my face, Hands on the handlebar, Lost in the pace. Keep moving, keep moving, The morning is blooming. Ride, ride, under the blue, I am flying through the avenue. Bright, bright, morning is new, Every heartbeat feels like sunlight too. Ride, ride, nothing to prove, Just the wind and the world in bloom. Bright, bright, breaking through, Sunday sky, I’m alive with you. Ride, ride, under the blue, I am flying through the avenue. Bright, bright, morning is new, Every heartbeat feels like sunlight too. Ride, ride, into the view, All my worries turn to morning dew. Bright, bright, breaking through, Sunday sky, I’m alive with you. Sunday sky, I’m alive with you. Alive with you.
