Cardboard cut-outs on the floornPeople wish that You were morenMore like what they wanted You to bennEventually they won't have much of You at all nAnd their theologynThe walls are closing in on YounYou cannot be contained nAt allnnI don't want to make You smallnI don't want to fit You in my pocketnA cross around my throatnn'Cause You are brighter than the sunnYou're closer than the tiny thoughts I have of YounBut I could never fathom YounAt allnnBroken moldings all aroundnBroken people hit the groundnWhen they discover that You are not here for our benefitnnYou love in spite of usnYou use the least of usnTo prove the strong aren't really strong nAt allnnAnd, I don't want to make You smallnI don't want to fit You in my pocketnA cross around my throatnn'Cause You are brighter than the sunnYou're closer than the tiny thoughts I have of YounBut I could never fathom younAt allnAt allnnAnd, I don't want to make You smallnI don't want to fit You in my pocketnA cross around my throatnn'Cause You are brighter than the sunnYou're closer than the tiny thoughts I have of YounBut I could never fathom younAt all