I lie here staring at the starry night
Vincent Van Gogh you really got it right.
Your brush strokes paint the darkness in your life
Behind every brush stroke I find
A little bit of light..... a little light
The sound and fury kept me up all night,
Count no counts and feeling all uptight.
The struggle for the soul is a terrible fight.
Behind every word I find
A little bit of light.
It's a beautiful thing to see through the eyes
Of pain and heartache laid into the night.
You run from the darkness in this life,
But if you turn around you'll find
A little bit of light - a little bit of light.
The blackest sea would tell a tale
Of journeys the chosen few have prevailed.
The failing dream could reach the highest high
And love comes tumbling down
In a little bit of light - a little bit of light.
Don't forget the sunflower and the lilies fair
The spotted horses and that old black bear.
Laughter turns the tears we often cry
And joy comes crashing in
In a little bit of light
It's a beautiful thing to see through the eyes
Of pain and heartache laid into the night.
You run from the darkness in this life,
But if you turn around you'll find
A little bit of light - a little light.
It's a beautiful thing to see through the eyes
Of pain and heartache laid into the night.
You run from the darkness in this life,
But if you turn around you'll find
A little bit of light - a little light.
