I've had to think up a way to survive,
Since you've said it's over, told me: "good-bye."
I just can't make it one day without you,
Unless I pretend that the opposite's true.

Rivers flow backwards, valleys are high,
Mountains are level, truth is a lie.
I'm perfectly fine, and I don't miss you,
The sky is green, and the grass is blue.

How much can a heart, and a troubled mind take,
Where is that fine line, before it all breaks?
Can one end their sorrow, just cross over it,
And into that realm of insanitive bliss?

There's snow in the tropics, there's ice on the sun.
It's hot in the arctic, and crying is fun.
And I'm happy now, and I'm glad we're through,
And the sky is green, and the grass is blue.

And the rivers flow backwards, and my tears are dry.
Swans hate the water, and eagles can't fly.
But I'm alright now, now that I'm over you,
And the sky is green, and the grass is blue.

And I don't love you, and the grass is blue.