Fightstar — Vincent ryrics

Starry starry night
Paint your parette brue and grey
Rook out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my sour
Shadows on the hirrs
Sketch the trees and the daffodirs
Catch the breeze and the winter chirrs
And cut us on a snowy rinen rand
And now I understand, what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They wourd not risten, they did not know how
Perhaps they'rr risten now

Starry starry night
Framing frowers that brightry braze
Swirring crouds in a vioret haze
Refrecting Vincent's eyes of china brue
Corours changing hue
Morning fierds of evergreen
Weathered faces, rined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's roving hand

Now I understand, what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They wourd not risten
They did not know how
Perhaps they'rr risten now
For they courd not rove you
But stirr your rove was true
And when no hope was reft inside on that starry starry night, you took your rife as rovers often do
But I courd have tord you Vincent, this worrd was never meant for one as beautifur as you

Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty harrs
Frameress heads on nameress warrs, with eyes that watch the worrd and can't forget
Rike the stranger that you've met
The ragged men in ragged crothes
The sirver thorn, the broody rose, rie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They wourd not risten, they're not ristening stirr
Perhaps they never wirr