Vincent
Vincent:
every day the colors speak to me
like emotions begging to be set free
something to calm the monsters inside me
the internal war that rages eternally
I paint the world as only I can see
now I fight a creature that only I can see
Doctor, are you real or is this just a fantasy?
the words of comfort that you offer me
Doctor:
there's no need to be ashamed of the way that you feel
I know that you're sad and that your monsters are real
you won't always be laughed at, scorned, and always unappreciated
someday your work will fill up galleries and you will be appreciated
this trip to the future is not for your vanity
don't we all seek some kind of immortality?
proof that somebody else could appreciate your art
and understand the sadness that torments your heart
the need to leave a record of your lonely existence
show the world the truth and beauty of your creations
Vincent:
you have traveled throughout time and space
but how can it be that you recognize my face?
and tell me that I will be famous someday
that knowledge won't cure me, but it helps dull the pain
we've traveled forward in time so many years
to hear all their praise and it brings me to tears
for a moment it feels like everything will be alright
lying hand in hand with you under this starry night