So tell me now: if this ain't love
Then how do we get out?
Because I don't know...
That's when she said:
"I don't hate you, boy,
I just want to save you while
There's still something left to save"
That's when I told her:
"I love you, girl,
But I'm not the answer
For the questions that you still have"
But the day pressed on
Like crushing weights,
For no man does it ever wait
Like memories of dying days
That deafen us like hurricanes.
Bathed in flames we
Held the brand,
Uncurled the fingers in your hand,
Pressed into the flesh like sand...
Now do you understand?