Vincent

Starry starry night

Paint your palette blue

And gray

Look out on a summers day

With eyes that see the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills

Sketch the trees and daffodils

Catch the breeze

And winter chills

In colour

On snowy

Linen land

Now I understand

What you tried

To say to me

Have you suffered

For your sanity

How you tried to set them free

They would not listen

They did not know how

Perhaps they listen now

Starry starry night

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds in violet haze

Reflect in vincent's eyes of china blue

Colours changing hue

Morning fields of amber grain

Weathered faces

Lined in pain

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand

What you tried

To say to me

How you suffered

For your sanity

How you tried

To set them free

They would not listen

They did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you

But still your loves

Was true

And when no

Hope was left inside

On that starry starry night

You took your life as lovers

Often do

But I could've told you vincent

This world was never meant

For one as beautiful

As you

Starry starry night

Portraits hung

In empty halls

Frameless head on nameless walls

With eyes that see the world and can't forget

Like the strangers that you've met

Ragged men

In ragged clothes

Silver thorn of bloody rose

Like crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think

I know

What you tried

To say to me

How you suffered

For your sanity

How you tried to set them free

They would not listen

They're not listening still

Perhaps they never

Will