Flowers, moonlight, sticky things
Songs that mean nothing, places I've been
Blood fruit, crying, old guitar strings
They're all softly poetic, smoothly obscene

When I use the word "You"
I don't know who I mean
If this song was a painting
It would be velveteen
When I use the word "You"
I don't know who I mean
If this song was a painting
It would be
Velveteen

I recall all those wasted snowflakes dying in the fall
And I remember those starry eyes, rose glasses bewitch me, saw that
Our words and our bodies will always flow, like the
Cool, clear stream on the rocks below

When I use the word "You"
I don't know who I mean
If this song was a painting
It would be velveteen
When I use the word "You"
I don't know who I mean
If this song was a painting
It would be
Velveteen

We sat on the beach at night, and it shone fantastic
And the lake after dark looks like, looks like burn plastic
We all need a space to fall down and grow
And it's so sickly-sweet like some bad T.V. show

When I use the word "You"
I don't know who I mean
If this song was a painting
It would be velveteen
When I use the word "You"
I don't know who I mean
If this song was a painting
It would be
Velveteen

Forgot that we used to say
"We all learn to fly some day"
I thought that was a (?)
But I was wrong


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Velveteen song meanings
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