Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that melt the 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
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
Paint your palette blue and grey
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grey
Weathered faces blind and pale
Stars could still see us
Time's coming slowly
Time is too slow
They're right behind us
When we've gone and gone
They were agreeing they'll listen
They henceforth would scold us
What were they seeing us for?
Won't they respect us?

Won't we bow to our closing starly name in prayer?
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I don't know how, perhaps they'll listen now, for they could not love you, but still your love was true, and when the 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 thong, a bloody rose, like crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know, 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.