Starry, starry night

Paint your pallet blue and grey

Look out on a summers day

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul



Shadows on the hills

Sketch the trees and daffodils

Catch the breeze and the winter chills

In colors on the snowy lined 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 do not know how



Perhaps they'll listen now



Starry, starry night

Flaming flowers that brightly blazed

Swirling clouds and violet haze

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue



Colors changing hue

Morning fields of amber grey

Whethered faces lined in pain

Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand



Now I understand

What you tired 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 your hope was left inside

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



Like the strangers that you've met

The ragged man in ragged clothes

The silver thorn

A 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 were not listening

They're not listening still



Perhaps they never will