Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

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 daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chill in colours 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
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grey
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hands

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 in sight, on that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a 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
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will