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.