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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # s2 u7 b% H7 }5 U" \4 ` W# F' y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 X K, {* P$ _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, g1 x) s6 V8 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 j5 s& }. J' TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 {3 \ x! g, l/ k6 ~4 [2 [
How you suffered for you sanity,
: k. u/ H8 R; ^) K# w- k5 }How you tried to set them free, . {& v7 j3 l+ A0 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 ^- ?0 k( M0 U5 h8 A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 v! }" f9 O) P& Q6 _9 v, }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 v8 f T" j& K! \/ V) W% O/ NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 @+ F a# j1 v, YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 S- o% Y2 [: F" c9 U
6 n1 u" l* W( @! c' YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 N4 O$ t' {7 B" q$ v7 s# G0 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( S. C( T X, ]5 L3 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 a# _* B$ `$ M" y: f& ~! W- `# hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 j/ w: W, g6 D1 }! M. iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& [! ?" a) s AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 t. O! Z/ U6 r d* e- u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: G/ ^9 w+ ~' }6 W1 Q+ FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , j% M/ x: B1 N4 ]& b5 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. s9 M8 y% R0 k* _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 N/ f6 M* W* s# M x# vHow you suffered for you sanity,. p m- c. V- l, ~' P
How you tried to set them free,
' G g# D0 [5 KThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 H! S& W, q' K3 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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