God's Brothel

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