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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : t9 l% k! G- N# c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 Z, \+ H" M0 p; A% m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' B. L- [9 X# R) |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' |- L* `- A s, Y- ?0 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 K. H# b" N2 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
, U( o$ ~; u$ h+ q. w' bHow you tried to set them free, 1 X4 C! S* ^) U. s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
s* v5 t4 x+ R) G9 c: F6 HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- Z! ]$ ]" f8 X1 _- }. `' O# vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 _: U8 W0 z. r Z1 c2 W6 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* ~6 M9 \# X8 Z( W8 a1 A! W0 Z0 IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. q$ \: `, Q1 v# a2 G, r2 iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, Z2 I4 N! A l% u# KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 l+ @. P; `5 {! ~$ }! T5 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, l/ v' |; j* D* |% ?" a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 T Z: t5 j" O8 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; z! ^4 K' R m' J: \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ L$ W! a J3 \: x7 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . y8 ?9 k9 A) H: A, l: u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: }! @( ~; T6 c- Y3 g' v8 h tHow you suffered for you sanity,
% ~& j% m5 L1 u# w+ W; [4 o- MHow you tried to set them free,
" C/ l# L- S2 M& VThey would not listen they're not listening still, * J0 q6 }3 O# [& u7 n7 z- Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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