noise i can't remove inside..

at city centre 9 pm, just like you wrote. and i try to think about. snow coming in just like before. i will be on stand-by, releasing the vapour into the lung, getting the wings unfurl. and for a moment i feel young. i call on the bird. unfurl. it's time to chose side now. that's what you said when we talked on the phone. so white our eyes. you are still. are you paralyzed.*

*song by katatonia, unfurl