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 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 your 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 flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in 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 artist's loving hand Now I understand What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity 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 broked on the virgin snow Now I think I Know What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you fried to set them free They did not listen They're not listening still Perhaps they never will
Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)
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 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 your 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
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in 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 artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
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 broked on the virgin snow
Now I think I Know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you fried to set them free
They did not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will