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 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
and 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
starry, starry night
portraits hung in empty hall
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
like the strangers 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 your sanity
then how you tried to set them free
they would not listen, they’re not listening still
perhaps, they never will