The Shake

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 eyesThe 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 spineThe 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 sleepI wait for the bed to get warm as my eyes
Adjust to the darkest light form
And as I start to drift away youre 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 sleepYoure the shake