Rolling Down the Hills - Intellectual

[Intro]

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