Vincent

Starry starry night
Paint your pallet blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hill Sketch the trees
and daffodils Catch the breeze
and winter chills in colors on the snowy
linen land 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 Starry
starry night Flamin' flowers that
brightly blaze Swirling clouds
in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's
eyes of China blue Colors changing blue
Mornings field of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's 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 is true
And when no hope would left in inside on that
Starry starry night
you took your life as lover's often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never met for one
as beautiful as you Starry
starry night Portrait's hung in
empty halls Flameless heads on
nameless walls with eyes that watch the
world and can't forget Like the strangers
that you've met The ragged man
in ragged clothes The silver thorn
of bloody rose Like 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 And how you tried to set
them free They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will