Vincent

Starry, starry night
Paint 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
and the daffodils
Catch the breeze
and the 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

Colors 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 lovers often do

But I could have 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 can't 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 sanity
And how you tried
to set them free
They would not listen,
they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will