Palette in the Pines

(mhm,

mhm)

Tap the brush on the

wooden frame

Every little cloud has a

secret name

We start with a canvas,

bare and white

And turn it to soft and golden light

There are no mistakes,

just happy accidents

Just a little touch of Prussian Blue

Making mountains rise out of thin

air

With a bit of Van

Dyke Brown for you

(ooh, for you)

Titanium white on the

mountain peak

Talking to the trees that

cannot speak

Let them live right here on the

forest floor

Just a happy little evergreen,

and maybe one more

There are no mistakes,

just happy accidents

Just a little touch of Prussian Blue

Making mountains rise out of thin air

With a bit of Van Dyke Brown for you (sweet,

sweet blue)

Just paint your own world...

(mmm, so soft) It's

your world, you see