Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey / Look out on a summer’s day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul / 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 / And when no hope was left in sight, 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.