| 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 |