Starry starry night,

paint your palet blue and grey

Look out on a summers day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills scetch the trees and the dafodills

Catch the breeze and the winter chiils

in colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your santity

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,

Flamming flowers that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds in violet haze

reflect in Vincents eyes of the shine of blue.

Colors changing hue.

Morning fields of amber grey,

Withered faces lined in pain

are soothed beneath the artists 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 youm,

but still your love was true

and when no hope was left inside 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

Starry ,Starry Night,

Portraits hung on empty walls.

Frameless heads on nameless walls,

with eyes that watch the world and cant forget.

Like the strangers that you've met.

The raggid men in raggid clothes.

The silver thorn

A bloody rose lie crushed and broken on

the virgin slope

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your santity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen.

They're not listening still

perhaps they never will