 Every day, per sound, my question waits But no man does it ever wait Like memories of dying days That deafen us like hurricanes Baked in flames, we held the ground Don't curl the fingers in your hands Cursed into the flesh like sand How do you understand? So tell me now, this ain't love Then how do we get around? Cause I don't know That's when she said, I don't hate you But I just want you