Starry starry n ight
Paint your palet b lue and grey
Look out on a s ummer's day
With e yes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the d affodils
Catch the breeze and the w inter chills
In c olours on the snowy linen land
Now I unders tand
What you tried to s ay to me
And how you suffered for your s anity
And how you t ried to set them free
T n/chey would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry starry n ight
Flaming flowers that brightly b laze
Swirling clouds in v iolet haze
Ref lect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of a mber grain
Weathered faces l ined in pain
Are s oothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I unders tand
What you tried to s ay to me
And how you suffered for your s anity
And how you t ried to set them free
T n/chey would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not l ove you
But still your love was t rue
Then when no hope was left inside
On that s tarry starry night
You t ook your life as lovers often do
But I c ould have told you, Vincent,
This w orld was never meant for one as beautiful as you
Starry starry n ight
Portraits hung in empty h alls
Frameless heads on n ameless walls
With e yes that watch the world and can't for get
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in r agged clothes
A silver thorn a b loody rose
Lie c rushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I k now
What you tried to s ay to me
And how you suffered for your s anity
And how you t ried to set them free
T n/chey would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never wil l
