They Ate Isengard - God's Brothel lyrics

By God I've figured out why it still rains at night, Your tired gloomy eyes set fire to this January sky And as you drift away like a boat at sea, I'll rattle your face like a tambourine Some early morning far from now You'll know just what I've talked about You don't have the eye to say those things, There's not enough water left for me But God I've figured out why it still hurts inside It's you, you, it's always been you There's no other reason There's no other reason than you