[Verse]E B
Hermit crabs and cowry shells
A
Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
E B A
He's waving at you
E B
Lift him up to see what you can see
A
He begins his focusing
E B A
He's aiming at you
E B
And now he has cutaways from memories
A
And close-ups of anything that
E B
He has seen or even dreamed
A
And now he's finished focusing
E B
He's imagining lightning
A
Striking sea sickness
E B A
Away from here
[Chorus]E G# A B
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
E G# A B
How many years and you've barely even tasted
E G#
Anything remotely close to
A B
Everything you've boasted about
E G# A B
Look who's crying now
[Verse]E B
Driftwood floats, after years of erosion
A
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,
E B
Quicksand steals my shoe,
A
Clouds bring the f-stop blues
