Hermit crabs and cowrie 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 focusin', he aimin' 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 so 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 shoes   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