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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 q' U$ _8 C. x9 t" e) r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 J# c/ U$ p% X+ _% {) _. U: C5 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- {+ c( f. r0 lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 A4 R1 @( ]1 ^ t& X8 x1 N8 ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; `- N% C. a* x& R1 M9 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
' e+ [7 E+ p" _ |* B% i+ |( M3 tHow you tried to set them free, 5 D/ f! A: c# Q- @8 Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 ~8 |0 V- h8 S7 [- V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 \7 n! M; ~5 T4 L/ j% m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 M) w! Q) ]8 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / h# ~9 y# }, L d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 ^; Q9 e3 Y4 ?1 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% d0 l( a/ p# v; |; U2 J! ]6 c& z& bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 `8 A& x' {1 b1 D/ s
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + L& ^' F. \7 k
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 V' L$ F- B# r) Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 Q/ l' I, Q h# j7 L. z; XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 M9 i6 ^. o" @1 t% z' E3 hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & {4 n8 p; b$ J2 f L2 @* b* V) Z* x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 R: x' r: E. y- C2 n/ w6 d8 J6 dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- {. f( n1 C$ T$ B7 N; cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. ~0 j4 }- E8 U e# b: gHow you suffered for you sanity,6 ?5 H' B& P& n7 @0 i: o. ^# f
How you tried to set them free, , S4 e4 D# y+ b( g) s4 l f
They would not listen they're not listening still, + B' N3 [; i* E7 P' \
Perhaps they never will. |
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