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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & N7 n- U- C# f: r; n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 V G9 U# R/ I) X9 V) CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- b9 Z* W, A! C/ z( L( ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. `4 R9 p6 U9 g. @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# _% M- ]: u# j+ \( L8 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
% Q/ P3 q( \# T' k( ~9 W: GHow you tried to set them free,
& i" r" L1 @ c+ H. J( _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" |8 M% \6 k9 Z' EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : }8 x8 ]" i& M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 @ o. f$ g+ b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; A1 ?' R3 ^2 K( ~- n) n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % q. z' e% Q6 t3 @" c3 l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ z M6 k& Z1 z& ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 y5 _+ W" n! \" s* h0 @6 u1 VYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: l0 M2 z8 K8 s. xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 [8 a5 T# y5 O# a" FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 o0 U: L& z z8 O2 Q* m$ A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% Z* f# ~* c6 S6 {, I; XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 M5 Q6 X' o$ j' F. Z2 ]' A) A& RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ b4 D6 K9 S" eThe 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,
. R o! x# k1 v5 Q7 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
' J4 y. k& k+ z+ u# T8 y* iHow you tried to set them free,
. W' [3 j3 x2 tThey would not listen they're not listening still, * D+ u L, r9 q' e% N
Perhaps they never will. |
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