Now come to where imagination existsA little black, a little white, a little gray, a little twistEverything’s bliss, though my nature resistsI’m breaking down, I’m breaking through, I?m breaking off, I’m breaking thisNo explanation as I dress the canvasThe world is much nicer when the world’s anonymousIt’s all paper clouds raining blue snow on a gummy buffaloI’ve been dreaming of gummy buffaloAnd believing that’s just the way it goesThey’ve been scheming the sounds we don’t knowI’ve been dreaming about gummy buffaloIt’s a state of mind, somewhere to fallA place to live, a place to die, a place to run, a place to crawlAnd yet I seem to be getting nowhere at allGive it up, give it in, give it a try, give it a callI walk the corridors, walk the shores, walk the floorsTake the doors that can lead me to the roarsAnd all the sounds that are coming from the show of the gummy buffaloThey said watch this, watch thisHere I can cover my mistakes, rewind and try againIf I get spooked out I wake myself up and thenI?ll take a breath, close my eyes, re-enter inThis little world of gummy buffalo that never seems to end