Rick Astley - Vincent

Starry, starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summers 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 colours on the snowy linen land. 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 theyll listen now. Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colours 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 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've told you, Vincent: This world was never meant For one as beautiful as you.