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 colours on the snowy linen line
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity
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 blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue Colours changing hue
Morning fields 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 And
how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free They would not listen,
they do 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 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 their 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 How you tried to set them free
They would not listen,
they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will