Vincent

Starry, starry night
Paint your pallette
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 trees & 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, 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 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's slumming hands

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 all hope was left inside on tht starry, starry night
you took your life as lover's 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 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 ragged men in ragged clothes
The 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 you sanity
and how you tried to set them free
they would not listen they're not listening still

Perhaps they never will...