starry starry night
evancho, jackie
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
and how you suffered for your sanity
and 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
and 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 still your love was true. and when no hope was left in sight
as lovers often do. but i could have told you
this world was never meant for one
as beautiful as you. like the strangers that you've met
the ragged men in the 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'd not listen
they're not listening still. perhaps they never will.