[00:00.00]F-Stop Blues - Jack Johnson (杰克·约翰逊)
[00:27.90]Hermit crabs and cowry shells
[00:30.35]Crush beneath his feet
[00:32.10]As he comes towards you
[00:33.69]He's waving at you
[00:39.81]Lift him up to see what you can see
[00:43.42]As he begins his focusing
[00:47.17]He's aiming at you
[00:53.40]And now he has cutaways from memories
[00:56.88]And close ups of anything that
[01:01.57]He has seen or even dreamed
[01:04.18]And now he's finished focusing
[01:07.15]He's imagining lightning
[01:11.69]Striking sea sickness
[01:15.14]So away from here
[01:21.38]Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
[01:28.06]How many years and you've barely even tasted
[01:34.85]Anything remotely close to
[01:38.22]Everything you've boasted about
[01:41.41]Look who's crying now
[01:47.95]Look who's crying now
[02:08.71]Driftwood floats after years of erosion
[02:11.64]Incoming tide touches roots to expose them
[02:15.35]Quicksand steals my shoe
[02:17.26]And clouds bring the F stop blues
[02:27.96]Look who's laughing now that you've wasted
[02:34.59]How many years and you've barely even tasted
[02:41.18]Anything remotely close to
[02:44.61]Everything you've boasted about
[02:47.73]Look who's crying now
[02:54.43]Look who's crying now
[03:00.99]Look who's crying now
[03:07.63]Look who's crying now