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Quiver

The fantasy of a hardcore crush. Not a song about love but an uncertain, flirtatious song about lust, mystery, and intense attraction

About the song

Lyrics

Step into the gloom, walking through that room

And see you sitting there, drinking in my stare

It won’t be long now, you’ll be mine somehow

I want you to lick my wounds

I want to howl at the moon

 

I see the stars in his eyes and it’s no surprise

That the symbols on our souls have a common goal

They scream "There’s a hole in me, a hole in me, a hole in me where I go to hide."

You know there’s room for two, I’ll paint it blue and here your fantasies won’t die, and I want a piece of you inside

My knees are shaky, shaky, shaky oh, and tongue between my teeth

My knees are shaky, shaky, shaky oh, and tongue between my teeth

And babe there’s something so familiar 

I can not define

I think I found my own kind

 

I bet you think this song is about you

I bet you think this song is about you

 

When will I see you again boy?

We don’t have to make plans we can leave it to fate

But babe you know that it’s a fact

If we leave it up to that oh we might be too late


My knees are shaky, shaky, shaky oh, and tongue between my teeth

My knees are shaky, shaky, shaky oh, and tongue between my teeth

And babe there’s something so familiar 

I can not define

I think I found my own kind

I think I found my own kind

Contributors

Katherine Schimke, Zach Kasik,

Shake E. Fowlkes, Laurie Corbin

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