[Verse 1] You lined the tubes in perfect rows A hundred names for reds and golds Your wrist hangs over paper-white Like one small mark could end the light [Pre-Chorus] You say, “Not yet, the edge is clean” While every color crowds the scene [Chorus] Pick one, pick one—let it run Red in the blue, blue in the sun One crooked line and the blank is gone So paint it, paint it—carry on Pick one, pick one—make it yours Color spilling past the borders The perfect white can’t tell you what A living picture could become [Verse 2] You know the names of every shade The brave vermilion, stormy jade But all that knowing, neatly stored Can’t make a picture on its own [Pre-Chorus] Your hand is shaking, still it’s yours The page won’t stay untouched much more [Chorus] Pick one, pick one—let it run Red in the blue, blue in the sun One crooked line and the blank is gone So paint it, paint it—carry on Pick one, pick one—make it yours Color spilling past the borders The perfect white can’t tell you what A living picture could become [Bridge] A first mark isn’t the whole design It’s just a door you draw in time Let the yellow cross the gray Let the careful page give way [Final Chorus] Pick one, pick one—let it run Red in the blue, blue in the sun One crooked line and the blank is gone So paint it, paint it—carry on Pick one, pick one—make it yours Color spilling past the borders The perfect white can’t tell you what A living picture could become [Outro] Pick one—let it run Pick one—make it yours
