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