Vincent

Starry starry night

paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer's day

with eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills

sketch the tree and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land

And 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 will listen now

Starry starry night 

flaming flowers that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze

reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue 

Color changing hue

morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain

are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand

(And 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 will listen now)

For they could not love you 

but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight 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 empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls

with eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged man in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose

lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

And 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

perhaps they never will