Id like to believe we could reconcile the past Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance But my old stone face cant 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 or too poor Shes wanting me less and Im wanting her more A bitter taste is cumbersome
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 03:04:56 +0000