| Oh, the last time I saw Paul |
| I was horrible and almost let him in |
| But I stopped and caught the wall |
| And my mouth got dry so all I did was take him for a spin |
| Yeah, we hopped inside my car |
| And I drove in circles 'round the freight train yard |
| And he turned the headlights off |
| Then he pulled the bottle out |
| And then he showed me what was love |
| I’ll be your morning bright goodnight shadow machine |
| I’ll be your record player, baby, if you know what I mean |
| I’ll be your real tough cookie with the whiskey breath |
| I’ll be a killer and a thriller and the cause of our death |
| In the blossom of the months |
| I was sure that I’d get driven off with thought |
| So I swallowed all of it |
| As I realized there was no one who could kiss away my shit |
| I’ll be your morning bright goodnight shadow machine |
| I’ll be your record player baby if you know what I mean |
| I’ll be your real tough cookie with the whiskey breath |
| I’ll be a killer and a thriller and the cause of our death |
| Paul, I know you said that you’d take me any way I came or went |
| But I’ll push you from my brain |
| See, you’re gentle, baby |
| I couldn’t stay, I’d only bring you pain |
| I was your starry-eyed lover and the one that you saw |
| I was your hurricane rider and the woman you’d call |
| We were just two moonshiners on the cusp of a breath |
| And I’ve been burning for you baby since the minute I left |