Cumbersome (LP版) - Seven Mary Three

Written by：J Pollock/J. Ross

She calls me goliath and I wear the david mask

I guess the stones are coming too fast for 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

My old stone face can't seem to break 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 too poor she's wanting me

Less and I'm wanting her more

The bitter taste is cumbersome

No yeah

No no no

No no no yeah

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 too poor she's wanting me

Less and I'm wanting her more

The bitter taste is cumbersome

No yeah

No no no

No no no yeah

Na na no no yeah

No life has been cumbersome