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1 k* Z' O( D; J4 r9 |1 [Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ ~( a/ \( g: d. U4 _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: L; m/ w8 y: _4 aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ T: S2 w/ Q9 ^, n* r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* R: p0 @4 B& jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# Z8 F b9 M+ R
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 H8 q2 i# [ y* s8 b6 g7 r2 F
How you tried to set them free, 8 F6 V+ H$ l5 L2 p, X$ k2 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 V6 b' ]' [" A1 S. F7 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ s% r% ]! x/ m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 e! e! x, q" A! O/ z/ m$ ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # l- A& |' }) I4 U0 Q+ u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 B7 R/ h( W. s; E. Z1 m+ b4 z9 g. r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* i. o, j! ]( fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 R' G1 P, l1 R) s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 ?5 M) J: @( j
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 n: S% L7 M; Q1 y c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; a8 ^* i6 A% Q7 O0 q7 c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 o, _1 k/ w4 o; iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 S- k# ^% h3 u% B; P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 z# O2 ` D7 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # a# O X; @1 a# a4 M. Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( ^" g+ J' n' T. |* w* jHow you suffered for you sanity,; [/ N, b5 V7 V n {: J! P. H' D( _: A
How you tried to set them free,
' e! A2 C' R+ C$ {; n8 p" v' TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- Y2 f: K" J% A3 I1 MPerhaps they never will. |
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