Starry Night

Tiptoe through the room
It's filled with stacks of hay
Just how long did they take
Each one a different mood
I use my phone to zoom
I don't got time to peruse

Gotta check my mind, it's a Tuesday night
I try to paint, in my free time
Gotta check my mind, it's a Tuesday night
I try to paint, in my free time

It took me too long to figure out, what's in high demand
This feeling's always taking me by the hand
We looked into the starry night, by Van Gogh
She said "This is fucking basic, though"

I planted three food groups
sunflowers beans and dill
Imagine if I still
I'd be a different man
Consider that a sham
I'd never let myself go out of hand

The walls I build, are bound to break
The bricks I use, disintegrate
The walls I build, are bound to break
The bricks I use, disintegrate, oh no

It took me too long to figure out, what's in high demand
This feeling's always taking me by the hand
We looked into the starry night, by Van Gogh
She said "This is fucking basic, though"

She said "This is fucking basic, though"
She said "This is fucking basic, though"



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Moore
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