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



Starry, starry night

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds in violet haze

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue



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've told you, Vincent

This world was never meant

For one as beautiful as you