Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey

Look out on the summer's day, with eyes that know darkness in my soul.

Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils. Catch the breeze and

the winter chills. In colours on the snowy linen land.

                        *Now I understand, what you tried to say to me. How you

suffered for your sanity. How you trued to set them free. They would

not listen they did not know how, perhaps they listen now.

                        Starry starry night, flaming flowers in brightly blaze

Swirling clouds in violet haze, reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colours changing hue. Morning fields of amber grain, weathered faces

lined in pain. Are soothed beneath the artist loving hand.

( Repeat * )

                        For they could not love you , but still your love was true.

And when no hope is 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.

                        Portraits hug in empty walls, frameless head in 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, a silver thorn, a 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. Would not listen, they're not listening

still, perhaps they never will.