Vincent (Live At The Corner Hotel)

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on the summer's day
With eyes that know a darkness in your soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and a winter chill
Colours on the snowy linen land

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
And swirling clouds of violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grains
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hands

And now I understand
What you tried to say
To me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set me free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Portraits on an empty home
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the stranger's that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Like the strangers that you know

But now I think I know
What you tried to say
To me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set me free
They would not listen
They're not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Starry, starry night
Starry, starry night
Starry, starry night