If Maynard says so, then it must be true...

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 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 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 math enough to know the dangers of our 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

And I know the pieces fit


Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

Creo que eso lo resume todo. ¿Recuerdas como siempre dijimos que eramos diferentes a los demas, y que no nos definia ningun nombre de los que comunmente ponen? Pues, si me preguntas, a menos que logremos salvar la amistad, somos otros pendejos mas como el resto del mundo. So, a echarle ganas, que no sera facil, pero valdra la pena,¿ no crees?