Schism - Tool

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing -
Pure intention - juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating - as it goes
testing our
Communication

The light that fueled our fire then
has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end
crippling our
Communication


I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame
it doesnt mean I don't desire
to point the finger, blame the other,
watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together,
Rediscover
Communication

The poetry that comes
from the squaring off
between, and the circling
is worth it - finding beauty in
the dissonance.


There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the the math enough to know
the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow,
and strengthen our
communication

Cold silence
has a tendency to atrophy
any
sense of compassion


Between supposed lovers ..
(between supposed lovers)

I know the pieces fit.
(I know the pieces fit)