Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)

Starry, starry night

Paint your palette blue and GRAY,

Look out on a summer's 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 linen 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 did not know how ,

Perhaps they'll listen now ,

Starry, starry night ,

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze ,

Swirling clouds and 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 artists' loving hand,

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 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 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 ,

*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 strangers that you've met ,

The ragged men in 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 ,

And how you suffered for your sanity ,

And how you tried to set them free ,

They would not listen ,

They're not listening still ,

Perhaps they never will...,