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 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
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
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 strangers
That you've met
The ragged men
In ragged clothes
The silver thorn
Of bloody rose
Lie crushed
And broken on
The virgin soot
Now I think I know
What you tried
To say to me
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...