Don McLean - Vincent
[00:02.55] Starry, starry night
[00:07.06] Paint your palette blue and gray
[00:11.84] Look out on a summer's day
[00:15.03] With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
[00:19.54] Shadows on the hills
[00:24.06] Sketch the trees and the daffodils
[00:29.10] Catch the breeze and the winter chills
[00:32.83] In colors on the snowy, linen land
[00:39.20] Now, I understand what you tried to say to me
[00:48.23] And how you suffered for your sanity
[00:53.54] And how you tried to set them free
[00:56.73] They would not listen, they did not know how
[01:02.58] Perhaps they'll listen now
[01:07.89] Starry, starry night
[01:12.67] Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
[01:17.72] Swirling clouds in violet haze
[01:21.70] Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
[01:25.95] Colors changing hue
[01:30.73] Morning fields of amber grain
[01:35.25] Weathered faces lined in pain
[01:39.76] Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
[01:44.54] Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me
[01:53.58] How you suffered for your sanity
[01:58.35] How you tried to set them free
[02:01.28] They would not listen, they did not know how
[02:06.86] Perhaps they'll listen now
[02:10.31] For they could not love you
[02:14.30] But still your love was true
[02:19.35] And when no hope was left inside
[02:24.39] On that starry, starry night
[02:26.51] You took your life as lovers often do
[02:31.82] But I could have told you, Vincent
[02:35.55] This world was never meant for one
[02:39.00] As beautiful as you
[02:44.84] Starry, starry night
[02:49.89] Portraits hung in empty halls
[02:54.67] Frameless heads on nameless walls
[02:58.65] With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
[03:02.91] Like the strangers that you've met
[03:07.16] The ragged men in ragged clothes
[03:11.94] The silver thorn of bloody rose
[03:16.18] Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
[03:21.50] Now, I think I know what you tried to say to me
[03:30.80] How you suffered for your sanity
[03:36.11] How you tried to set them free
[03:39.30] They would not listen, they're not listening still
[03:45.14] Perhaps they never will
