Starry, starry nightPaint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer's dayWith eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hillsSketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colours on this snowy linen landNow I understandWhat you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey would not listenThey did not listenThey don't know howPerhaps they'll listen nowStarry, starry nightFlaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet hazeReflecting Vincent's eyes of china blueColours changing youMorning fields of amber greyWithered faces lined in playAre soothed beneath the artist's loving handNow I understandWhat you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey would not listenThey did not listenThey did not know howPerhaps they listened nowFor they could not love youBut still your love was trueWhen no hope was left insideOn that starry, starry nightYou took your life as lovers often doBut I could have told you, VincentThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as youSo now I think I knowWhat you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey would not listenThey're not listening stillPerhaps they never willPerhaps they never willPerhaps they never willPerhaps they never willPerhaps they never will