Rolling Down The Hills

One, Two, Three, Four

Rolling down the hills in yellow, and white
I see my figure out in front of me
The body shapes itself, accordingly
I'm for all when I am, geometry

Rolling down the hills in blue, and green
Close my eyes and spiral away
From all I've done and seen

Pulled away, quietly to the farthest reaches of night

Rolling back to white

Dust and dark clouds, make me glad
(If the day seems bleak, why should I feel deprived?)
(Rolling back I'm alive)
If the day seems bleak, why should I feel deprived?
Rolling back I'm alive