James Blake - Vincent

Starry, starry n^Gight Paint your palette ^Amblue and gray Look out on a su^Cmmer's day With ^Deyes that know the darkness in my s^Goul Shadows on the h^Gills ^{Am G}Sketch the trees and the d^Amaffodils Catch the breeze and the wi^Cnter chills In ^Dcolors on the snowy linen la^Gnd ^{Am G}

^GNow I unders^Amtand ^DWhat you tried to s^Gay to m^De ^EmAnd how you suffered for your sa^Amnity ^DAnd how you tried to set them f^Emree They would not listen, they did not kn^Aow how ^C P^Derhaps they'll listen no^Gw ^{Am G}

^GStarry, starry n^Gight^{Am G}Flaming flowers that br^Amightly blaze ^{Bm Am}Swirling clouds in a vio^Clet haze Ref^Dlect in Vincent's eyes of china bl^Gue Colors changing h^Amue ^G Morning fields of am^Amber grain Weathered faces li^Cned in pain Are s^Doothed beneath the artist's loving h^Gand ^{Am G}

^GNow I unders^Amtand ^{C D}What you tried to s^Gay to ^Dme ^EmAnd how you suffered for your s^Amanity ^DAnd how you tried to set them f^Emree They would not listen, they did n^Amot know how ^{C D}Perhaps they'll listen n^Gow ^{Am G}

For they could not l^Amove you ^{C D}But still your love was ^Gtrue ^{D Em} And when no h^Amope was left in sight On that st^Cmarry, starry night You t^Gook your life, as lovers often ^Emdo But I could've ^Amtold you, Vincent This w^Corld was never meant for one as b^Deautiful as y^Gou ^{Am G}

^GStarry, starry night ^Am P^Gortraits hung in e^Ammpty halls ^AmFrameless heads on nam^Celess walls With e^Dyes that watch the world and can't fo^Grget ^GLike the strangers that you've m^Amet ^G The r^Gagged men in rag^Amged clothes The silver thorn on the b^Cloody rose Lie cru^Dshed and broken on the virgin s^Gnow ^{Am G}

^GNow I think ^AmI know ^{C D}What you tried to s^Gay to m^De ^{Bm Em}And how you suffered for your sa^Amnity ^DAnd how you tried to set them f^Emree They would not listen, they're not l^Aistening still ^CPerhaps t^Dhey never w^Gill ^{Am G}