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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 b, u- s: ?9 m+ Y& j( j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 f, X [: T% C- s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, E# {0 N4 B" @0 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) z( z7 ~2 `& C0 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 \& Z3 p7 U5 J Y% @& ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
q% \9 c5 t5 M/ e0 U) F6 f" LHow you tried to set them free,
/ |) B. ~4 N! x: W$ m. KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 O* J) V3 ^5 M) D5 B2 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; w7 U `0 d9 n3 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, v7 V9 w9 j8 q1 N9 K& H2 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 y7 |3 A2 T$ E4 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' O* m$ x" _) k0 s+ Q1 U. f G" F% O
4 n1 e. B9 K; J# V( }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ @& o' C* c! O# R" b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 f- R& }; p) N: ]4 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 W) f& S2 S1 U: Z Z8 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, / l m% N; o6 v/ k1 m$ a3 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) E- }$ X7 w7 c4 c( J+ WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 G5 \3 g6 g" C. P, Z# N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % e+ A4 S$ L I$ m# y% S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 i. W0 D1 C3 Q/ G- E0 R! L1 D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 O! n! I/ V5 dHow you suffered for you sanity,: h& e. g2 F2 Q, Z( {- I
How you tried to set them free, ' r& R7 g, V S" ?% R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: c4 X. }9 C: S& ^$ ~$ APerhaps they never will. |
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