Text: Emily Wells. Oh My God I Miss You.

I? I?m a thinking girl?. Who never considered god
Never, in the sense you see? considered him logically

So what do you do when you whittle him down
To nothin? but a stone in the barren groud?
What do you do when you whittle him down
To nothin? but a memory from your home town?
I go wild?. With possibility
I go wild ?. With my fragility
But there?s something in the stone
There?s something? I just know? I just know

Growing up? there was a lot of praising
A lot of singing to an empty heaven
Growing up? there was a lot of judging
Yeah they could never get enough

So what do you do when you whittle him down
To a way to win the white house now he?s nothing but a clown
what do you do when you whittle him down
to your ticket into heaven with your bombs strapped down
I go wild? with fury
I go wild? with insecurity
But there?s something in the stone
There?s something? I just know? I just know

Plant a little seed in a baby, it?s gonna grow grow grow
Plant a little seed in a baby girl,
it?s sure to grow, it?s sure to grow
Well you plant a little seed in me
And it?s growing growing growing like a weed
They sure did water me daily, cause fear?s something I can eat
I gotta take it up? I gotta take it up
I gotta take it up
With the ones I love

(Thanks to Emily for these lyrics)