(Composição: Jason Ross, Lenny Scrafter e Jason Pollock) She calls me Goliath And I wear the David mask I guess the stones are Coming too fast for her now You know I`d like to believe This nervousness will pass All the stones that are thrown Are building up a wall I have become Cumbersome to this world I have become Cumbersome to my girl I`d like to believe We could reconcile the past Resurrect those bridges With an ancient glance But my old stone face Can`t seem to bring her down She remembers bridges Burns them to the ground I have become Cumbersome to this world I have become Cumbersome to my girl Too heavy, too light Too black or too white Too wrong or too right Today or tonight Cumbersome Too rich or too poor She`s wanting me less And I`m wanting her more The bitter taste is Cumbersome No, no There is a balance Between two worlds One with an arrow and a cross Regardless of the balance Life has become cumbersome Too heavy, too light Too black or too white Too wrong or too right Today or tonight Cumbersome Too rich or too poor She`s wanting me less And I`m wanting her more The bitter taste is Cumbersome No, yeah, no, no, no Log on to kill this message. No, no, no, yeah No, no, no, no, yeah Life has become cumbersome
