I am a star. Hal Hartley movie. I read my lines, straight faced in the mirror. You are my camera. Slouched over coffee, I`m faking artsy. We`re playing dress up now. And the rain is washing out the snow. We play the card games that we know. I`ll lay you down here, your body a smokestack. My fellow acrobat. You`re a coal miners song tonight.
