Song | The Shake |
Artist | Kisschasy |
Album | United Paper People |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 breath 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 |
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 breath 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 |
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 breath 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 |