Vincent (Cover)
Starry, starry nightPaint your palette blue and grayLook out on a summer's dayWith eyes that know the darkness of my soulShadows on the hillSketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understandWhat you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey did not listen, they did not know howPerhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry nightFlaming flowers brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet hazeReflect in Vincent's eyes of china blueAnd the 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 meHow you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey did not listen, they did not know howPerhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love youAnd still your love was trueAnd when no hope was left in sightOn that starry, starry nightYou took your life, as lovers often doBut I could've told you, VincentThis world was never meantFor one as beautiful as you
Starry, starry nightPortraits hung on empty hallsFrameless heads on nameless wallsWith eyes that watch the world and can't forgetLike the strangers that you've metAll the ragged men in ragged clothesAnd a silver thorn of bloody roseLies crushed and broken on the virgin snow
And now I think I knowWhat you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey did not listen, they're not listening stillPerhaps they never will