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 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.