Violent Times - St. Vincent

Don't make me get violent I want my ring back, baby, that's a diamond You don't listen anyways, I'll be quiet I don't really feel like fighting Don't make me get violent I want my ring back, baby, that's a diamond You don't listen anyways, I'll be quiet I don't really feel like fighting Don't make me run away out the back door I want my clothes back You say you miss me, so then I drive back to you I drive back to you Petals off of flowers, did you ever really love me? Now my nose is filled with powder And I think that she's still lovely, oh no She knows I'm a wreck I gave you all my trust then I told you "Just don't break it" I promise that I'll clean up and maybe we can make it But no, I think we're both a mess Don't make me run away out the back door I want my clothes back You say you miss me, so then I drive back to you I drive back to you Don't make me get violent I want my ring back, baby, that's a diamond You don't listen anyways, I'll be quiet I don't really feel like fighting Don't make me get violent I want my ring back, baby, that's a diamond You don't listen anyways, I'll be quiet I don't really feel like fighting

Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colours on the snowy linen land Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in a violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colours changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving 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 would not listen, they did not know how 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 You took your life, as lovers often do But I could've told you, Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you Starry, starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in their ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they never will