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2 r$ p( c4 R8 I% x( tStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " Q+ `1 p; z( ^% P& G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& ^5 d) R3 x, P, v0 \1 Z1 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 v/ L; s, ]9 {: cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 S) Q6 u5 Z. l) U7 i- g# h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ L$ L6 D7 F$ ^* V+ X# qHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 E/ ~1 A1 b4 V" f0 q3 g1 {How you tried to set them free,
: g0 t$ r8 l( ]8 c" a+ e" xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ f& s( e, X" F# t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
w0 @2 Z/ M5 |& e' J3 p, nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- Z0 B0 w; |6 T8 h6 R9 j; o9 WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 O6 Y" Z4 ^8 u+ m3 E0 X! J& V9 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" q& `+ |8 |# ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 I3 L; R( w1 Z/ q" L, L2 |: Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* k" K: a ?6 _+ F7 C- ?; K rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; o" P% E _3 t. S8 N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 z! C f* C% \4 W4 Z1 }5 {2 C+ g1 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 d" \8 V( W' @4 b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 q1 C7 o- M& e+ Q+ I2 L" rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 k0 D. R: ^0 X0 ?, D$ ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 a5 M3 \) f: @9 l3 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - z& D& \3 Q; \, m, J; y2 Q% \8 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
, K. I& J* L+ m8 i( x4 XHow you tried to set them free,
2 m& c0 ^" x# c" P r' yThey would not listen they're not listening still, * C, y. p; {( d N t1 I! B
Perhaps they never will. |
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