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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" I3 y. ]4 _8 I' nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 n) ^, e0 p' B5 @7 o2 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, X+ u% { [" x6 D5 _. C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : ^( y6 V4 J6 f* l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& d& _" U- u7 D( t
How you suffered for you sanity,
: r. ~' K3 K6 l5 GHow you tried to set them free, # Q6 c r, r: P! A4 y* D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + t& |+ t9 k {% a* T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: {, b" O5 S# t' Z; h! K2 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . N# J3 X2 V" [% [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' Q% W' g0 l1 ?+ u2 H/ _! I. `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' \5 E$ s2 E# ` HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ [, v3 {- S9 R I8 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 G- z9 [0 Z" ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 \& t$ z6 }* O1 ~4 I: f
But I could have told you, Vincent, , w7 y" W" {9 m* C/ D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 R4 T! V5 J& { n" m5 b# j& h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' [1 w5 I; ?! S1 a, XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 k% d4 J% \6 p+ B2 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : G$ p" C- T) \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 S" o. d6 ?- C* m6 k( c
% l4 W" ~$ l4 m( ]# b% TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: }, K4 q, a- ~& I. xHow you suffered for you sanity,
: D& r3 q2 R, j3 vHow you tried to set them free, 3 B. q) Z$ m: M* X- l4 g' N
They would not listen they're not listening still, / X/ b, S$ V8 A9 [, F7 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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