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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) g4 ^1 G* ]/ g) ]' G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 F3 z" Z" N' o6 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 C3 B( N/ N! z. x+ w: E# l/ i( F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: f7 b; q, p! M1 D- N4 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 J4 b# t& w: i, S9 @0 P. M% J
How you suffered for you sanity, & ]: A4 F: K3 a4 K* @! I! n6 n
How you tried to set them free,
! }5 `4 P, f: C' qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& G6 u4 E9 J! H7 S4 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 {" W( i* b5 p' n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: B p2 ]4 U) \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % b7 |: t* E4 K& O% q; I2 W6 M- I: o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) ~' z" y! W7 w; p& |
5 R# E! M# ]! p+ I. j4 S$ P5 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" B& G- Y" c: f& ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( K7 Z/ g2 b+ h; ^9 i3 i( B( ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - p8 C" T8 _+ g7 g6 R5 \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% @; y. u" ~" H: CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. |+ J- x0 M" j! L/ @- [3 A
/ U- U! `4 G5 E, XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 H% I/ z' D$ k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 O. M% u) U- |. \0 U: gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) d$ C* z% G9 L6 m DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 N$ }* [. J" o
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( B7 r7 g3 L( `0 ?/ p# X8 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ M1 o; b; D6 ?) z5 UHow you tried to set them free,
|9 ?0 j1 H6 i) sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% J4 ^ Q; v5 y. p# ^# ~Perhaps they never will. |
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