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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* u/ {! B4 F/ C+ E7 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ r( D2 P( C# OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. A! k4 u+ q% m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' I+ F: g# J& U9 V4 ~, M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* s5 `/ T3 d/ j7 V9 B8 D* d4 Q/ ?
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 {# o4 T5 T9 J+ Y. F
How you tried to set them free, 8 ~* d. @4 u* d" x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) o$ a1 ^. c* {& v8 |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 y0 o# b* ]. w/ @1 A% w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, u- C1 t1 y) `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 ?2 B1 ?; K `& {* N% GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, u6 G5 M* `% a: I' bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 o+ D. [% s' s3 s/ K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 f' D. ^) t! _" [$ j kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , E! P; \7 U, ]- p0 b9 L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 v# [& Z& w. L7 i5 x9 L: j, E$ J7 u5 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 h& u, m! }% z* I4 d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; y5 v9 q( }. F I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # {8 O( U- d0 s& X6 ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 K! F) ]. w$ vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 }# v/ S. U: @# _$ @0 f
7 q! r# F& |+ j p) f# VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ \/ {0 K2 U7 s }. ?How you suffered for you sanity,
- M- ]% G& u- c1 {2 L* fHow you tried to set them free,
0 _# C/ i- Z2 M9 PThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 P8 {% [$ o3 \! j& u2 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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