Lianne La Havas - Starry starry night

^DStarry, starry n^Gight Paint your palette ^Amblue and gray Look out on a ^Csummer's day With ^Deyes that know the darkness in my ^Gsoul Shadows on the ^Ghills Sketch the trees and the ^Amdaffodils Catch the breeze and the ^Cwinter chills In ^Dcolours on the snowy linen ^Gland

^EmNow I under^Amstand ^D What you tried to ^Gsay to me How you suffered for your ^Amsanity ^D How you tried to set them ^Gfree They would not listen, they did ^Amnot know how ^CPerhaps ^Dthey'll listen ^Gnow

^DStarry, starry ^Gnight Flaming flowers that ^Ambrightly blaze Swirling clouds in ^Cviolet haze Re^Dflect in Vincent's eyes of China ^Gblue Co^Dlours changing ^Ghue Morning fields of ^Amamber grain Weathered faces ^Clined in pain Are ^Dsoothed beneath the artist's loving ^Ghand

^EmOh, now I unde^Amrstand ^D What you tried to ^Gsay to me How you suffered for your ^Amsanity ^D How you tried to set them ^Gfree They would not listen, they did ^Amnot know how ^CPerhaps ^Dthey'll listen ^Gnow

^EmFor they could not ^Clove you, love ^Dyou But still your love was ^Gtrue ^Em And when no ^Amhope was left in sight on that ^Dstarry, starry night You ^Bmtook your life as ^Dlovers often ^Gdo But I could have ^Ctold you, Vincent This ^Emworld was never ^Ammeant for one as ^Dbeautiful as ^Gyou

Oh, ^Dstarry, starry ^Gnight Portraits hung in ^Amempty halls Frameless heads on ^Cnameless walls With ^Deyes that watch the world and can't ^Gforget Like the ^Dstrangers that you've ^Gmet The ragged men in ^Amragged clothes The silver thorn of a ^Cbloody rose Lie ^Dcrushed and broken on the virgin ^Gsnow

^EmNow I think I ^Amknow ^D Oh, what you tried to ^Gsay to me How you suffered for your ^Csanity ^DHow you tried to set them ^Gfree They would not listen, they're not ^Amlistening still ^DPerhaps they never ^Gwill