Starry starry night,
paint your palet blue and grey
Look out on a summers day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills scetch the trees and the dafodills
Catch the breeze and the winter chiils
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,
Flamming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
reflect in Vincents eyes of the shine of blue.
Colors changing you.
Morning fields of amber grey,
Withered 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 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.

Starry, Starry Night,
Portraits hung on empty walls.
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
with eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the strangers that you've met.
The raggid men in raggid clothes.
The silver thorn
A bloody rose lie crushed and broken on
the virgin slope

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.