Paint your palette blue an d grey
Sketch the trees and the daffodil
Catch the breeze and winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
What you try to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
What you try to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you,
And when no hope was left in sight
on that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
Well, I could have told you, Vincent,
this world was never meant for one as
portraits hung in empty halls,
frameless heads on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow
What you tried to say to me,
how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free,
they're not listening still