文本歌词

Starry, starry night
paint your palette
blue and grey
look out on
a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees
and the daffodils
catch the breeze
and the winter chills
in colors on the
snowy linen land.
And now I understand
what you tried
to say to me
and 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.
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
and 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
but 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 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 thorn
of bloody rose.
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know
what you tried
to say to me
and how you
suffered for your sanity
and how you tried
to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not listening still
perhaps they never will