| 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 | |
| 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 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 artist's loving hand | |
| Now I understand what you tried to say to me | |
| 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 | |
| And 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 hall | |
| Frameless heads on nameless walls | |
| With eyes that watch the world and can't forget | |
| Like the strangers that you've met | |
| The ragged man 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 | |
| How you suffered for your sanity | |
| Then how you tried to set them free | |
| They would not listen, they're not listening still | |
| Perhaps, they never will... |