Catalyst

Verse 1:
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?

Verse 2:
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

Pre-Chorus:
A tree does not will forth its fruits
A stream does not compel its flow or strive to make it
A tree does not dig for its roots
I live from what I'm made of

Chorus:
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