Vincent
James Blake
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C D Am CDG G Am GG Am Am AmAm C C EmD G Am G [Verse 1]G Starry, starry nightAm Paint your palette blue and grayC Look out on a summer's dayD With eyes that know the darkness inG my soulG Am Shadows on the hillsG Am Sketch the trees and the daffodilsC Catch the breeze and the winter chillsD G In colors on the snowy linen landAm G [Chorus]G Am Now I understandD G D What you tried to say to meEm Am And how you suffered for your sanityD Em And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did notA C know howD G Am G Perhaps they'll listen now [Verse 2]G G Am Starry, starry nightContinúa después del anuncioG Am Flaming flowers that brightlyBm blazeAm C Swirling clouds in a violet hazeD Reflect in Vincent's eyes of chinaG blueAm G Colors changing hueAm Morning fields of amber grainC Weathered faces lined in painD Are soothed beneath the artist'sG Am G loving hand [Chorus]G Am C Now I understandD G D What you tried to say to meEm Am And how you suffered for your sanityD Em And how you tried to set them freeAm They would not listen, they did notC know howD G Am G Perhaps they'll listen now [Instrumental]G Am GAm D AmAm C C DF#m G Am G [Bridge]Am C For they could not love youD G D Em But still your love was trueAm And when no hope was left in sightCm On that starry, starry nightG You took your life, as lovers oftenEm doAm But I could've told you, VincentC This world was never meant for oneD G Am G as beautiful as you [Verse 3]G Am Starry, starry nightG Am Portraits hung in empty hallsAm C Frameless heads on nameless wallsD With eyes that watch the world andG can't forgetG Like the strangers that you'veAm G metG Am The ragged men in ragged clothesC The silver thorn on the bloody roseD Lie crushed and broken on theG Am G virgin snow [Otro]G Am C Now I think I knowD G D Bm What you tried to say to meEm Am And how you suffered for your sanityD Em And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're notA listening stillC D G Am G Perhaps they never will