"Disintegrating as it goes, testing our communication The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so We cannot seem to reach an end, crippling our communicationI know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down No fault, none to blame—it doesn't mean I don't desire To point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communicationThe poetry that comes from the squaring off between And the circling is worth it, finding beauty in the dissonanceThere was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away"