Starry, starry night
Paint your pallet 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
And 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 listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in 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
And 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 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 have 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, the bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
And now I think I know 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're not listening still perhaps they never will
