Starry, starry night
Paint your palette 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 daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
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
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
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 in sight
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

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will