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 head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world
and can't forget.