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