歌词
The thing about the seeds
Is that they become trees when
You plant them in the ground
Such a little thing
At least it seems to be
Perhaps there are no little things at all
Am I the field you're cultivating?
Plant me by the stream
Let my leaves grow broad enough
(To catch)
Your rays of sun
Yielding fruit that makes me wonder
What have I become?
How'd a little thing become so great and tall?
Perhaps there are no little things at all
A tree does not dig for its roots
A stream does not compel its flow
Or strive to make it, no
A tree does not dig for its roots
I live from what I'm made of
Catalyst
You make me grow
The joy of this
To be made whole
Catalyst
You make me grow
The joy of this
To be made whole