Vincent

Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summer's day With eyes that see the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colour on the snowy linen land 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 Starry, starry night Flamin' flowers that brightly blaze Swirlin' clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue Colours changin' hue Mornin' fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are smoothed beneath the artist's lovin' hand And 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 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 Ragged men in ragged clothes 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 your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they're not listenin' still Perhaps they never will...