Starry starry night

Paint your palet 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 the 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 in 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 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 was true
And when no hope was left 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 ment 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 can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met


The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn
A 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