F-Stop Blues lyrics

Hermit crabs and cowrie shells, crushed beneath his feet as he comes towards
you,
hes waving at you.
Lift him up to see what you can see, as he begins his focusing,
hes aiming at you.
And now he has, cut aways from memories and closeups of anything
that he has seen or even dreamed, and now hes finished focusing.
Hes imagining lightening striking, sea sickness away from here.

Look whos laughing now that youve wasted,
how many years and youve barely even tasted,
anything remotely close to everything youve boasted about.
Look whos crying now.

Driftwood floats after years of erosion.
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them.
Quicksand steals my shoes.
Clouds bring the F-stop blues.

Look whos laughing now that youve wasted,
how many years and youve barely even tasted,
anything remotely close to everything youve boasted about.
Look whos crying now.