Cumbersome (Acoustic) Chords

[F#] _ [A] _ [F#] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [Em] _ [F#] _ _ _ _
She calls [E] me Goliath and I wear the David mask. _
[B] I guess the stones [C#] are coming [F#] to bless her now. _
You know I'd like to [E] believe this nervousness will pass.
[B] All the stones [C#m] that are thrown [F#] are building up a wall. _
I have [A] become _ converse [E] to this [F#] world. _ _ _
_ I have [A] become _ converse [E] _ to my [F#] girl. _ _ _
_ I'd like to [E] believe we could reconcile the past.
[B] _ Resurrect [F#] those possessed with an ancient glance. _
My old [E] stone face can't seem to break her down.
[B] She [Em] remembers [F#] present right to the ground. _
_ I have [A] become _ converse [E] to this [F#] world. _ _ _
_ I have [A] become _ converse [E] _ to my [F#] girl. _ _ _
Too heavy, too light, too black, [A] too white, too wrong, too right, too left, [E] too right.
_ _ [F#] Converse on. _ _ _
Too rich or too poor, she's wanting [A] me less and I'm wanting her more.
[E] Look in her face, this [F#] converse on.
No, yeah, [A] no, [F#] no, no, _ [E] _ [F#] _ _ [A]
no, [F#] no, no, yeah.
[E] _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [B] There [E] is a balance between [B] two worlds.
[E] _ [F#] One with a narrow end across.
_ _ God lifts [E] up the balance.
Life [B] has [E] become _ [F#] converse on.
Too heavy, too light, too [A] black, too white, too wrong, too right, [E] too left, too right.
_ Converse [F#] on.
_ _ _ Too rich or too poor, she's wanting me [A] less and I'm wanting her more.
[E] Look in her face, [F#] this converse on.
No, [A] yeah, no, [F#] no, no, [E] _ _
[F#] _ _ [A] no, [F#] no, no, [E] yeah. _
[F#] _ [E] _ [A] No, [F#] no, no, [E] _
[F#] yeah, yeah, [A] yeah.
[F#] Your life [E] has become [F#] converse on. _ _ _ _ _