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