She calls me goliath
But I wear the david mask
I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now
I'd like to believe this nervous 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

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, I'm wanting her more
Cumbersome

I'd like to believe I could reconcile the past
Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance
But my old stone face can't seem to break her down
She remembers bridges, burns them to the ground.

There is a balance between two worlds
One with an arrow and a cross
You must decide for yourself between what is won and what is lost
Regardless of the balance, she's in your head
The dream has become one
Where regardless of the balance
Life has become cumbersome