Starry, starry nightPaint your palette blue and grayLook out on a summer's dayWith eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hillsSketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colors on the snowy linen landNow I understandWhat you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they did not know howPerhaps, they'll listen nowStarry, starry nightFlaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet hazeReflect in Vincent's eyes of china blueColors changing hueMorning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in painAre soothed beneath the artist's loving handNow I understandWhat you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they did not know howPerhaps, they'll listen nowFor they could not love youBut still your love was trueAnd when no hope was left insideOn that starry, starry nightYou took your life as lovers often doBut I could have told you, " VincentThis world was never meantFor one as beautiful as you"Starry, starry nightPortraits hung in empty hallsFrame less heads on nameless wallsWith eyes that watch the world and can't forgetLike the strangers that you've metThe ragged men in ragged clothesThe silver thorn of bloody roseLie crushed and broken on the virgin snowNow I think I knowWhat you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they're not listening stillPerhaps, they never will
