Sketch the trees and the daffodils
You took your life as lovers often do
This world was never meant for one
They would not listen, they did not know how
And how you tried to set them free

But I could have told you, Vincent
Starry, starry night
In colors on the snowy linen land
And how you tried to set them free

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Look out on a summer's day
Frame less heads on nameless walls
Perhaps they'll listen now
As beautiful as you
Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
And how you tried to set them free
Perhaps they'll listen now

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
They would not listen, they did not know how

Now, I think I know what you tried to say to me

Portraits hung in empty halls
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

Morning fields of amber grain

They would not listen, they're not listening still
And how you suffered for your sanity
Starry, starry night
Perhaps they never will
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
For they could not love you
And how you suffered for your sanity

And when no hope was left inside
Weathered faces lined in pain
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
And how you suffered for your sanity
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me
On that starry, starry night
But still your love was true
Shadows on the hills
Colors changing hue