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 soulShadows on the hillsSketch 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 would not listen they did not know howPerhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry nightFlaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet hazeReflecting Vincent's eyes of China blueColors changing hueMorning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in painAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hands
Now I understandWhat you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey 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 nightYou took your life as lovers often doBut I could have told you VincentThis world was never meant for one asBeautiful as you
Starry, starry nightPortraits hung in empty hallsFrameless heads on nameless wallsWith eyes that watch the world and can't forgetLike the strangers that you've metThe ragged men in ragged clothesA silver thorn on a bloody roseLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I knowWhat you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey did not listen they're not listening stillPerhaps they never will…