Starry, starry night
Paint your pallet blue and grey
Look out on a summers day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy lined 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 do not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blazed
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grey
Whethered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand

Now I understand
What you tired 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 your hope was left inside
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

Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged man in ragged clothes
The 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 were not listening
They're not listening still

Perhaps they never will