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
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
Driftwood floats, after years of erosion
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,
Quicksand steals my shoe,
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
F-Stop Blues
Cangrejos ermitaños y conchas de vaca
Aplastar bajo sus pies mientras se acerca a ti
Te está saludando
Levántalo para ver lo que puedes ver
Comienza su enfoque
Te está apuntando
Y ahora tiene cortes de recuerdos
Y primeros planos de cualquier cosa que
Él ha visto o incluso soñó
Y ahora ha terminado de enfocarse
Se está imaginando un rayo
Enfermedad del mar en huelga
Lejos de aquí
Mira quién se ríe ahora que has desperdiciado
¿Cuántos años y apenas has probado
Cualquier cosa remotamente cercana a
Todo lo que te has jactado
Mira quién está llorando ahora
Flota madera flotante, después de años de erosión
La marea entrante toca las raíces para exponerlas
arenas movedizas roba mi zapato
Las nubes traen el blues de la parada f
Mira quién se ríe ahora que has desperdiciado
¿Cuántos años y apenas has probado
Cualquier cosa remotamente cercana a
Todo lo que te has jactado
Mira quién está llorando ahora