paint your palette blue and grey.
Look out on a summer's day,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours of the snowy linen land
And what you tried to say to me,
and how you suffered for your sanity,
and how you tried to set them free,
perhaps they'll listen now.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Morning fields of ember grey
Weathered faces lying in pain
What you tried to say to me,
how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free,
Perhaps they'll listen now,
for they could not love you,
but still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight,
on that starry, starry night,
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in the ragged clothes
The silver thorn of a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They're not listening still
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