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look out on a summer's day |
| [00:25] |
Shadows on the hills |
| [00:36] |
catch the breeze and the winter chills |
| [00:51] |
what you tried to say to me |
| [01:26] |
swirling clouds in violet haze |
| [01:51] |
And now I understand |
| [02:00] |
and how you suffered for your sanity |
| [02:32] |
starry starry night. |
| [02:59] |
Starry starry night |
| [03:21] |
the ragged men in ragged clothes |
| [03:42] |
and how you suffered for your sanity |
| [00:06.50] |
Starry starry night |
| [00:11.50] |
paint your palette blue and grey |
| [00:20.50] |
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. |
| [00:30.50] |
sketch the trees and the daffodils |
| [00:39.50] |
in colors on the snowy linen land. |
| [00:46.50] |
And now I understand |
| [00:55.50] |
and how you suffered for your sanity |
| [01:01.50] |
and how you tried to set them free. |
| [01:03.50] |
They would not listen they did not know how |
| [01:10.50] |
perhaps they'll listen now. |
| [01:16.50] |
Starry starry night |
| [01:21.50] |
flaming flowers that brightly blaze |
| [01:29.50] |
reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. |
| [01:33.50] |
Colors changing hue |
| [01:38.50] |
morning fields of amber grain |
| [01:43.50] |
weathered faces lined in pain |
| [01:46.50] |
are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand. |
| [01:55.50] |
what you tried to say to me |
| [02:04.50] |
and how you tried to set them free. |
| [02:07.50] |
They would not listen they did not know how |
| [02:14.50] |
perhaps they'll listen now. |
| [02:17.50] |
For they could not love you |
| [02:22.50] |
but still your love was true |
| [02:27.50] |
and when no hope was left in sight on that |
| [02:35.50] |
You took your life as lovers often do, |
| [02:42.50] |
But I could have told you Vincent |
| [02:47.50] |
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. |
| [03:04.50] |
portraits hung in empty halls |
| [03:09.50] |
frameless heads on nameless walls |
| [03:12.50] |
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. |
| [03:16.50] |
Like the stranger that you've met |
| [03:25.50] |
the silver thorn of bloddy rose |
| [03:28.50] |
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. |
| [03:32.50] |
And now I think I know |
| [03:37.50] |
what you tried to say to me |
| [03:46.50] |
and how you tried to set them free. |
| [03:49.50] |
They would not listen they're not listening still |
| [03:57.50] |
perhaps they never will. |
