 And the tapers sound like crushing weights But no man does it ever wait Like memories of dying days They're deafening us like hurricanes Blades and flames, we held the ground Don't curl the fingers in your hand Crested to 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 wanna see