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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" A% p: K! h! B! KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# m9 [) f" K }6 p5 H+ GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* w8 M& x4 V0 p" k5 K& x4 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 i. g6 b9 s8 n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% h& Q- B3 m+ r# B8 G$ eHow you suffered for you sanity, - \' i8 M9 q- O, m7 t# s
How you tried to set them free, % i: f9 k, h2 ]# r6 O, u/ O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; H M t% _' H' xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 j( M6 N3 c: @$ U7 B& Z$ @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' z3 f8 K; J0 E) o# o ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 d0 D9 q K, K+ rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , _! c7 j& x/ s3 F1 ^3 |
t6 n5 l( Y' ~- k8 A3 OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! V: E, u% ^9 b z+ F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 e( T9 z9 [- f6 c. B1 l* j, rYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 U9 s& }- E. e4 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 ?' f' |7 ~, eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 g8 l! b& G; k) ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 N5 O5 c% L4 l7 L) L/ x+ n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" s3 `% `, j! K- _4 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, a1 }3 V5 e1 E
The 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,
/ S; T, B" W( K0 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
. a: f# X8 a, H0 O) ]7 _7 w0 H# e ~How you tried to set them free, + P% W, V! n# y @# A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ p8 f' C3 f0 X6 T+ vPerhaps they never will. |
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