I waste film on you, filming you frame by frame
In nights in cold with colds we sniff to keep the mucus
Filming me filming you (a-ha!)
It cements the closeness that we feel apart
Without a compass, our north becomes repellant
Filming me filming you

The lens steams up - sexism into film
Our big legs projected in the winter
Filming me filming you
The lens steams up - sexism into film
A hand that points and directs by men
Filming me filming you

A ladder, a symbol
We see phallic everywhere