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 is love ♪ I'll be your mornin' 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 your killer in 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 mornin' 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 your killer in 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 bed 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 call We were just two moonshiners on the cusp of a breath And I've been burnin' for you, baby, since the minute I left