"Vincent"
(originally by Don McLean)
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 trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
And cut us on a snowy linen land
And 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 listen now
Starry starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in a violet haze
Reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of evergreen
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 listen 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 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 men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, the bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
And 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
Perhaps they never will
