Cumbersome

she calls me goliath and i wear the david maski guess the stones are coming too fast for her nowyou know I'd like to believe this nervousness will passall the stones that are thrown are building up a wallI have become cumbersome to this worldI have become cumbersome to my girlI'd like to believe we could reconcile the pastresurrect those bridges with an ancient glancebut my old stone face can't seem to bring her downshe remembers bridges, burns them to the groundI have become cumbersome to this worldI have become cumbersome to my girltoo heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today ortonightcumbersometoo rich or too poor, she's wanting me less and I'm wanting her morethe bitter taste is cumbersomethere is a balance between two worldsone with an arrow and a crossregardless of the balance life has becomecumbersome