*Don McLean cover*

Starry starry night paint your palette blue and gray look out
On a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my
Soul shadows on the hills sketch the trees and
Daffodils catch the breeze and the 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 and 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 in nameless walls with eyes that watch the world
And can't forget like the strangers that you've met
The 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 and how you
Suffered for your sanity and how 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