F-Stop Blues
Hermit crabs and cowry shells
Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
He's waving at you
Lift him up to see what you can see
As he begins his focusing
He's aiming at you
And now he has cutaways from memories
And close-ups of anything
That he has seen or even dreamed
And now he's finished focusing
He's imagining, lightning, striking sea sickness
Away from here
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now, look who's crying now
Driftwood floats after years of erosion
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them
Quicksands steals my shoes
And clouds bring the f-stop blues
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
How many years and you've barely even tasted
Anything remotely close to everything you've boasted about
Look who's crying now, look who's crying now
Look who's crying now, look who's crying now