Small 歌詞

Cardboard cutouts on the floor People wish that you were more like what they wanted you to be Eventually they won't have much of you at all in their theology The walls are closing in on you You cannot be contained at all I don't want to make you small I don't want to fit you in my pocket A cross around my throat You are brighter than the sun You're closer than the tiny thoughts I have of you But I could never fathom you at all Broken moldings all around Broken people hit the ground When they discover that you're not here for our benefit You love in spite of us You use the least of us to prove the strong aren't really strong at all