The Shake

The scratching of paper and pen, Reminds me of song I wrote two years back. I remember each and every line, Like a photo glued to the lids of my eyes. The shiver of my wheezing chest, Reminds me of the way I felt two years back. And as we lose all track of time, I feel her breath like ice on the tip of my spine. The shake before I sleep, The shake before I sleep, The shake before I sleep, Oh-oh-oh. The shake before I sleep, The shake before I sleep, The shake before I sleep. I wait for the bed to get warm, As my eyes adjust to the darkest light form. And as I start to drift away, You're the shake that pulls me back to this state. The shake before I sleep, The shake before I sleep, The shake before I sleep, Oh-oh-oh. The shake before I sleep, The shake before I sleep, The shake before I sleep. You're the shake You're the shake You're the shake You're the shake You're the shake You're the shake You're the shake You're the shake You're the shake You're the shake