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 daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colours on the snowy linen landNow I understandWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listenThey did not know howPerhaps they'll listen nowStarry, starry nightFlaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds and violet hazeReflect in Vincent's eyes of china blueColours changing hueMorning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in painAre soothed beneath the artists' loving handNow I understandWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listenThey did not know howPerhaps they'll listen nowFor they could not love youBut still your love was trueAnd when 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 youLike the strangers that you've metThe ragged men in ragged clothesThe silver thorn of bloody roseLie crushed and broken on the virgin snowNow I think I knowWhat you tried to say to meAnd how you suffered for your sanityAnd how you tried to set them freeThey would not listenThey're not listening stillPerhaps they never will...-------------------------------http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vincent_(song)-------------------Painter:Vincent Willem Van Gogh-------------------