Lyrics Vincent - Ruthie Henshall

Starry, starry night
Paint your pallet 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

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, a bloody rose - lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

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