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 colors 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
Colors 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
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
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 ragged clothes
The silver thorn
on the 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
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will