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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 D2 d4 Q+ [* }, G, s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! X7 Z& R) l( L4 c: \' `* q" hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 |& I3 p+ |, [0 q5 g N, `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - r. P( P) w Q; s+ k7 S' k9 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 k: y/ x" u" T: `4 }9 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
- `7 ^+ H3 }5 @" A7 d JHow you tried to set them free, ) X' |& W5 g7 ]2 z; H% A3 `+ V- B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' @9 F, R% g7 u, ^! [ j, P# P0 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 ^: o" g- x1 h3 R" L% x l+ h- @$ i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- h# r5 j, v( i qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 ~4 J' D8 u ~" RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # A1 g! j* n: |9 N0 S0 m6 J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! Z2 y2 ~6 c6 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ H0 ~6 x a2 s/ A x0 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : }, ~2 t+ ]# U t3 U+ @4 K2 e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' w0 e* y$ V% o! @- r6 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * Y7 {+ u3 w$ g' H9 `( s J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 f! n8 f# |% ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 K; ]* u2 k5 `& M+ c" \, t" Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 C- K7 B% z4 s y7 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : E2 ^! n: n/ q
How you suffered for you sanity,) K9 n$ Y0 V0 ]2 u: `+ j
How you tried to set them free, ) }0 f! u# {3 G: C
They would not listen they're not listening still, & E; N( A: |+ g- E9 I1 U$ F
Perhaps they never will. |
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