Vincent - lyrics

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 breze and the winter chills in colors on teh snow, 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 viole haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.

Colors changing hue, morning field 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, how you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they did not know how, perhaps they'll isten 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 emty 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 birgin snow. 

Now, I think I know what you tried to say to me, how you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they're not listening still, prehaps they never will.