Starry, starry night. <br />Paint your palette blue and grey, <br />Look out on a summer's day, <br />With eyes that know the darkness in my soul. <br />Shadows on the hills, <br />Sketch the trees and the daffodils, <br />Catch the breeze and the winter chills, <br />In colors on the snowy linen land. <br /><br />Now I understand what you tried to say to me, <br />How you suffered for your sanity, <br />How you tried to set them free. <br />They would not listen, they did not know how. <br />Perhaps they'll listen now. <br /><br />Starry, starry night. <br />Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, <br />Swirling clouds in violet haze, <br />Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue. <br />Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain, <br />Weathered faces lined in pain, <br />Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. <br /><br />Now I understand what you tried to say to me, <br />How you suffered for your sanity, <br />How you tried to set them free. <br />They would not listen, they did not know how. <br />Perhaps they'll listen now. <br /><br />For they could not love you, <br />But still your love was true. <br />And when no hope was left in sight <br />On that starry, starry night, <br />You took your life, as lovers often do. <br />But I could have told you, Vincent, <br />This world was never meant for one <br />As beautiful as you. <br /><br />Starry, starry night. <br />Portraits hung in empty halls, <br />Frameless head on nameless walls, <br />With eyes that watch the world and can't forget. <br />Like the strangers that you've met, <br />The ragged men in the ragged clothes, <br />The silver thorn of bloody rose, <br />Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. <br /><br />Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, <br />How you suffered for your sanity, <br />How you tried to set them free. <br />They would not listen, they're not listening still. <br />Perhaps they never will...
