I'll be your morning bright, good night, shadow machine,

I'll be your record player, baby, if you know what I mean

I'll be a real tough cookie, with the whiskey breath

I'll be a killer, and a thriller, and the 'cause of our death

Well, 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 one that you'd call,

We were just two moonshiners on the cusp of a breath,

And I've been burning for you, baby, since the moment I left.