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
And 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 flo'rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free
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 heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow
And 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
list'ning still
perhaps they never will