text: Flowers Moonlight Stickythings
  Old guitar stings
  And smoothly obscene
  And I use the word you I dont know who I mean
  If this song was a painting it would be velveteen
  We sat on a beach at night
  We all need the space
  To fall down and grow
  And I use the word you I dont know who I mean
  If this song was a painting it would be velveteen