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... [x10]