Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
What it is you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
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 green
Weathered faces lined in vain
What it is you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
for they could not love you,
but still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight,
on that starry, starry night,
you took your life as lover often do.
But I could have told you, Linson,
this world was never meant for one
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world
Like strangers that you've met
Ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, the bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on
What it is you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They're not listening still
Perhaps they'd never meet