Starry, starry
night,
ain't 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 in the daffodils,
catch the breeze in winter chills,
and color on the
Now I understand
what you try to say to me,
how you suffer for your sanity,
how you try 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 glaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflecting Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber gray
Weathered faces lined with pain
How soothed beneath the
artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you try to say to me
Are you trying to set them free
They would not listen,
they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
Still your love was true
When no hope was left in sight
In that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vince
That this world was never meant for one
as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
Watch the world with eyes
that can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
Ragged man in ragged
clothes
Silver thorn of bloody rose
Like crushed and broken
on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you try to say to me
And you suffered for your sanity
You tried to set them free
They would not listen,
they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will