Vincent

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 colours on the snowy linen land
 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'll 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
 The 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
 How you suffered for your sanity
 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 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 of bloody rose
 Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
 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 did not know how
 Perhaps they'll listen now
 They would not listen, they're not listening still
 Perhaps they never will