Vincent

       Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and grey 
       Look out on the summer's day 
       With eyes that know the darkness in my soul 
       Shadows on the hills, sketch the tree and the daffodils 
       Catch the breeze and the winter chill 
       In collars 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 would not know how 
       Perhaps they'll listen now 

       Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that breathy blaze 
       Swirling clouds in violet haze 
       Reflect in Vincent eyes of china blue 
       Collars changing hue, morning fields of amber grain 
       Weathered faces lined in pain 
       Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand 
       (repeat *) 

       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 
       Freeness 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 snow 

       Now I think I know, what you tried to say to me 
       And how you suffered for your sanity 
       How to tried to set them free 
       They would not listen, they're not listening still 
       Perhaps they never will