Текст песни SEVEN MARY THREE - Cumbersome
SEVEN MARY THREE - Cumbersome слова песни
Текст песни SEVEN MARY THREE - 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 girl( )I'd like to believe we could reconcile the pastResurrect those bridges with an ancient glanceBut my old stone face can't seem to break her downShe remembers bridges, burns them to the groundI have become cumbersome... to this worldI have become cumbersome... to my girlToo heavy too lightToo black or too whiteToo wrong or too rightToday or tonite... cumbersomeToo rich or too poorShe's wanting me lessAnd I'm wanting her moreThe bitter taste is cumbersomeNo, yeah! No, no, no!No, no, no! Yeah!There is a balance between two worldsOne with an arrow and a crossRegardless of the balanceLife has become... cumbersomeToo heavy too lightToo black or too whiteToo wrong or too rightToday or tonite... cumbersomeToo rich or too poor