Ellie Goulding - Vincent

Starry, starry ni^Bght Paint your palette ^C#mblue and grey Look out on a su^Emmer's day With ^F#eyes that know the darkness in my so^Bul ^EShadows on the ^Bhills ^{E B}Sketch the trees and the d^C#maffodils ^C#mCatch the breeze and the w^Einter chills In c^F#olors on the snowy linen la^Bnd ^{E B}

Now I u^C#mnderstand ^F#What you tried to s^Bay to ^G#mme ^G#mAnd how you suffered for your ^C#msanity ^F#How you tried to set them fr^G#mee They would not listen, they did n^C#mot know how Per^Bhaps they'll listen ^Enow ^B

Starry, starry n^Bight^{E B}Flaming flowers th^C#mat brightly blaze ^C#mSwirling clouds in a vi^Eolet haze ^F#Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china bl^Bue ^EColors changing hu^Be ^{E B B}Morning fields of a^C#mmber grain ^C#mWeathered faces li^Ened in pain Are s^F#oothed beneath the artist's l^Boving hand

Now I u^C#mnderstand ^F#What you tried to s^Bay ^F#to me ^{G#m G#m}And how you suffered for your ^C#msanity ^F#How you tried to set them fr^G#mee They would not listen, they did n^C#mot know how Per^Bhaps they'll listen n^Bow

For they could not l^C#move you But s^F#till your love was t^Brue ^{G#m G#m}And when no h^C#mope was left in sight On that st^Earry, starry night ^BYou took your l^F#ife, as lovers often d^G#mo But I could've t^C#mold you, Vincent This w^Eorld was never meant for one ^F#as bea^Butiful as y^Bou ^{E B}

^BStarry, starry night^{E B B}Portraits hung in e^C#mmpty halls ^C#mFrameless heads on na^Emeless walls ^F#With eyes that watch the world and can't for^Bget Like the s^Etrangers that you've ^Bmet ^{E B B}The ragged men in ra^C#mgged clothes ^C#mThe silver thorn on the bl^Eoody rose Lie cr^F#ushed and broken on the vir^Bgin sn^Eow ^B

^BNow I think I k^C#mnow What you tried to s^Bay ^F#to ^G#mme ^G#mAnd how you suffered for your s^C#manity ^C#mAnd how you tried to set them fr^G#mee They would not listen, they're not l^C#mistening still Perhaps they never w^Bill ^{F# G#m}