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 field of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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 head on nameless walls
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget
like the strangers that you've met

all the ragged men in the 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
how you tried to set them free
they would not listen, they're not listening still
perhaps they never will