Vincent

Starry, starry night
 Paint your palette blue and gray
 Look out on a summers 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 theyll listen now.
 Starry, starry night
 Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
 Swirling clouds in 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
 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 inside
 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.