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 daffodils , Catch the breeze and the winter chills, In COLORS 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 and violet haze , Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue , COLORS changing hue , Morning fields of amber grain , Weathered faces lined in pain , Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand, 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 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 strangers that you've met , The ragged men in ragged clothes , The silver thorn of 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 , They would not listen , They're not listening still , Perhaps they never will...,