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 instanity's bliss
there's snow in the tropics
there's ice on the sun
it's hot in the Artic
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

a norah jones's. ouch. she amused me, and that's actually saying something.