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 daffodils

Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours 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

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colours 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 inside
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


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
And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...