Vincent

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 
Now I understand what you tried to say to me 
How you suffered for you 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, fla ming flowers that brightly blaze 
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of chine blue 
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain 
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand 
Chorus: 
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 man 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 
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free 
They would not listen they're not listening still 
Perhaps they never will.