F-Stop Blues

[E]Hermit crabs and [B]cowry shells
Crush bene[A]ath his feet as he comes towards you
He's [E]waving at [B]yo[A]u

Lift him[E] up to see what [B]you can see
[A]He begins his focusing
He's [E]aiming at [B]yo[A]u

And now he has [E]cutaways from [B]memories
[A]And close-ups of anything that
[E]He has seen or [B]even dreamed
And [A]now he's finished focusing

He's [E]imagining [B]lightning
[A]Striking sea sickness
[E]Away [B]from [A]here

[E]Look who's laughing [Ab]now that [A]you've [B]wasted
[E]How many [Ab]years and you've [A]barely even [B]tasted
[E]Anything remotely [Ab]close to
[A]Everything you've [B]boasted about
[E]Look who's crying [Ab]now     [A]             [B]

[E]Driftwood floats, after [B]years of erosion
[A]Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,
[E]Quicksand [B]steals my shoe,
[A]Clouds bring the f-stop blues

(Chorus again, as above)
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