Originally by Don McLean.
  Starry, starry night
  Paint your palette blue and gray
  Look out on a summer day
  With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
  Shadows on the hill
  Sketch the trees and daffodils
  Catch the breeze and winter chills
  In colors on the snowy linen land.
    Now i understand what you tried to say to me
  And how you suffered for your sanity
  How you tried to set them free
  They would not listen
  They did not know how
  Perhaps they'll listen now
    Starry, starry night
  Portraits hung in empty halls
  Frameless heads on nameless walls
  With eyes that watch the world
  And can't forget like strangers
  That you've met
  Ragged men in ragged clothes
  The silver thorn, a bloody rose
  Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
    Now i think i know
  What you tried to say to me
  How you suffered for your sanity
  And you tried to set them free:
  They would not listen
  They're not listening still
  Perhaps they never will
  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've told you, Vincent
  This world was never meant for one
  As beautiful as you.