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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; Z' C, b0 i6 B3 Y! z# _% `Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- c6 M. L1 m \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' I- {& o# k! h, @' E$ c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . h3 ~' l m4 I5 n* J2 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 p6 T$ j m2 h( jHow you suffered for you sanity,
' x5 v% x8 G4 }6 ?# a: \' I+ VHow you tried to set them free,
% f/ D% j( U" b7 I1 r9 a2 g" f' L- [3 UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) H$ f/ v3 J4 k/ ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( k# q3 c# |- s# S& _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 Q+ {; `, @9 S7 v8 x, L# h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) l y( y G2 G) w# |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) L |& l' L! \& @
2 O- z/ ?4 V5 W1 F0 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 s; v5 X! n+ ]6 e7 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * ]! }; o, Z/ v9 F6 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) P: x: D9 Z+ f" ^! v* EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% O" C& s/ g" r2 p- \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- r# E3 K/ l9 u6 e. T) I9 _1 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 m* c- k$ }4 a. [, p+ n' U4 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 s- H2 u9 D1 r) ~" I" n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) O$ j6 e' V: A( J& NThe 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, ! i) ^2 _# A6 g
How you suffered for you sanity,- A! f! ]3 t) j" g2 S! N# |. u
How you tried to set them free,
$ a$ b' g0 ?% [2 I" eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
u0 f9 Z: F% Z7 I+ pPerhaps they never will. |
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