Starry starry night



Paint your palet 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 daffodiles

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 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

morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain

are soothed beneth the artist's 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 lover's often do



But I could have told you,

Vincent,

this world was never ment for one as beautiful as you



Starry starry night



Portraits hung in empty halls

framless 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

a 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 would now listen

they're not listening still



Perhaps they never will