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