The scratching of paper and pen
reminds me of a 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 breathe like ice on the tip of my spine.
The shake before I sleep
the shake before I sleep
the shake before I sleep.
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.
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