"Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)"

Starry, starry nightPaint your palette blue and grayLook out on a summer's dayWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodilsggCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understandWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know howPerhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry nightFlaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet hazeReflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hueMorning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in painAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understandWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know howPerhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love youBut still your love was trueAnd when no hope was left in sightOn that starry, starry night

You took your life, as lovers often doBut I could've told you VincentThis world was never meant forOne as beautiful as you

Starry, starry nightPortraits hung in empty hallsFrame-less heads on nameless wallsWith eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Like the strangers that you've metThe ragged men in ragged clothesThe silver thorn of bloody roseLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I knowWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they're not listening stillPerhaps they never will