Dana Winner - Vincent

Starry, starry ^Dni^Dsus4ght, p^Daint your palette ^Emblue and grey. ^EmLook out on a ^Gsummer's day with ^A7eyes that know the darkness in my ^Dsoul. Shadows on the ^Dhi^Dsus4lls, s^Dketch the trees ^Emand the daffodills, ^Emcatch the breeze and the ^Gwinter chills, in ^A7colors on the snowy linen ^Dla^Dsus4nd. ^D

Now I under^Emstand ^A7what you tried ^Dto say to me, ^Bm how you suffered for your ^Emsanity, how you ^A7tried to set them ^Bmfree. They would not listen, they did ^Enot know how, ^Emper^A7haps they'll listen ^Dno^Dsus4w. ^D

Starry, starry ^Dni^Dsus4ght, f^Dlaming flowers that ^Embrightly blaze, ^Emswirling clouds in ^Gviolet haze re^A7flect in Vincent's eyes of chine ^Dblue. Colors changing ^Dhu^Dsus4e, mor^Dning fields of ^Emamber grain, weathered faces ^Glined in pain are ^A7soothed 'neath the artists's loving ^Dhand.

Now I under^Emstand ^A7what you tried to ^Dsay to me, ^Bm how you suffered for your^Em sanity and^A7 how you tried to set them^Bm free. They would not listen, they did ^Enot know how, ^Emper^A7haps they'll listen ^Dnow.

For they could not ^Emlove you ^A7and still your love was ^Dtrue ^Bm and when no ^Emhope was left in sight on that ^Gmstarry, starry night, you ^Dtook your life as ^C7lovers often ^B7do, but I could have ^Emtold you, Vincent, this ^Gworld was never meant for ^A7one as beautiful as ^Dyo^Dsus4u. ^D

Starry, starry ^Dni^Dsus4ght, p^Dortraits hung in ^Emempty halls, ^Emframeless heads on ^Gnameless walls with ^A7eyes that watch the world and can't for^Dget. Like the stranger that you've ^Dme^Dsus4t, the^D ragged man in ^Emragged clothes, ^Emthe silver thorn of ^Gbloody rose, lie ^A7crushed and broken on the virgin ^Dsnow,

and now I think I ^Emknow ^A7what you tried to ^Dsay to me, ^Bm how you suffered ^Emfor your sani^A7ty and how you tried to set them ^Bmfree. They would not listen, they're not ^E7listening still^Em, per^A7haps they'll never [Outro] will.