 And the day pressed on like crushing weights But no man does it ever wait Black memories of dying days They're deafening us like hurricanes Blades and flames, we held the ground Uncurled the fingers in your hand Crested to the flesh like sand How do you understand? So tell me now This same love, but how do we get around? Cause I don't know That's why she said, I don't hate you, boy, I just don't