Don McLean - Vincent
[00:00.18] Starry, starry night
[00:04.72] Paint your palette blue and gray
[00:09.22] Look out on a summer's day
[00:12.67] With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
[00:17.19] Shadows on the hills
[00:21.72] Sketch the trees and the daffodils
[00:26.49] Catch the breeze and the winter chills
[00:30.22] In colors on the snowy, linen land
[00:36.59] Now, I understand what you tried to say to me
[00:46.15] And how you suffered for your sanity
[00:51.19] And how you tried to set them free
[00:54.38] They would not listen, they did not know how
[00:59.68] Perhaps they'll listen now
[01:05.53] Starry, starry night
[01:10.84] Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
[01:15.10] Swirling clouds in violet haze
[01:19.08] Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
[01:23.34] Colors changing hue
[01:28.12] Morning fields of amber grain
[01:33.16] Weathered faces lined in pain
[01:37.41] Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
[01:41.93] Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me
[01:51.26] How you suffered for your sanity
[01:56.03] How you tried to set them free
[01:58.96] They would not listen, they did not know how
[02:04.54] Perhaps they'll listen now
[02:07.72] For they could not love you
[02:11.71] But still your love was true
[02:17.01] And when no hope was left inside
[02:20.74] On that starry, starry night
[02:23.67] You took your life as lovers often do
[02:28.98] But I could have told you, Vincent
[02:32.95] This world was never meant for one
[02:35.88] As beautiful as you
[02:42.25] Starry, starry night
[02:47.30] Portraits hung in empty halls
[02:52.08] Frameless heads on nameless walls
[02:56.06] With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
[03:00.05] Like the strangers that you've met
[03:04.56] The ragged men in ragged clothes
[03:09.35] The silver thorn of bloody rose
[03:13.32] Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
[03:18.39] Now, I think I know what you tried to say to me
[03:28.22] How you suffered for your sanity
[03:33.53] How you tried to set them free
[03:36.72] They would not listen, they're not listening still
[03:42.83] Perhaps they never will
