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