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