Now Playing "Vincent" from the American Pie album Performed by Don McLean
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 hill
Sketch the trees and the daffodill
Catch the breeze and the winter chill, in colors on the snowy winter 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 violent haze
Refelect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain, are fused beneath the artist loving hand
Now I understand, what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity
How you tried to set them free
They did 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 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 the world and can not forget
Like the strangers that you met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin soil
Now I think I know, 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're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
