declan
vincent (starry, starry night)
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 the winter chills  In colors on the snowy linen land   Now I understand  What you tried to say to me  And how you suffered for your sanity  And how you tried to set them free  They would not listen  They did not know how  Perhaps they'll listen now   Starry, starry night  Flaming flowers that brightly blaze  Swirling clouds and 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 artists' loving hand   Now I understand  What you tried to say to me  And how you suffered for your sanity  And 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 love was true  And when no hope was left inside  On that starry, starry night  You took your life as lover?s often do  But I could have told you Vincent  This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you    Starry, starry night  Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on name less walls With eyes that watch the world and can?t forget Like the strangers that you've met  All the ragged men in ragged clothes  The silver thorn of 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  And how you tried to set them free   They would not listen  They're not listening still  Perhaps they never will...