We bear your name, 
then you let us say
you are something that your not.
As if you were made after we saw our own faces,
and knew we were gods enough.

I think we were made too pretty.
We're caught up in a stare we cannot break.
We know nothing changes too slowly.
Someday we might come down,
but whose to really say?

And if we are the body, 
how'd the pretty man get so ugly?
How'd he get all these spaces between each limb?
And if there is one thing bigger than my head,
that's the distance I've been mislead.

'Cause I think we were made too pretty.
We're caught up in a stare and we can't break.
We know nothing changes too slowly.
And someday I might come down,
oh, I don't wanna come down.
I think we became to petty.

We don't want a God we don't see in ourselves don't see we're in need.
We don't want a God we don't see in ourselves don't see we're in need.

I think we were made too pretty.
We're caught up in a stare and we can't break.
I think we were made too pretty.
Yeah, show us that we don't see it.
We don't see it.

We know nothing changes too slowly.