Starry, starry night. Paint your palette blue and grey, Look out on a summer's day, With eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills, Sketch the trees and daffodils, Catch the breeze and winter chills, In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand What you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They'd not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night. Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Swirling clouds in violet haze, Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue. Colors 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'd not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you, But your love was true. And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night, You took your life, like lovers often do. But I could have told you, Vincent, This world was never meant for one As beautiful as you.
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Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes A silver thorn on a bloody rose Lie 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…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
