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

Like the strangers that you've met

The ragged men in ragged clothes

The silver thorn of bloody rose

Like 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