Starry starry night,
paint your pallette blue and grey
Look out on a summers day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and the daffodills
Catch the breeze and the winter chiils
in colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your santity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry Starry Night,
Flamming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
reflect in Vincents eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue.
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artists loving hand
Now i understand
What you tried to say to me
and 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,
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've told you Vincent,
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Starry ,Starry Night,
Portraits hung in empty halls.
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
with eyes that watch the world and cant 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 santity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen.
They're not listening still
perhaps they never will.