Bats In The Attic

Bats In the Attic -King Creosote

And I've gone silver on my travels

Growing silver in my sideburns

I'm starting to unravel her

My heartbeats on a djembe

I counted eighteen on my pulse

As Kilrenny Church struck

Three for three o'clock

Waters waters

And you said twelve years in retirement

The hours go by like sips of water

The record lies unbroken

And no doubt it's white flour

In my diet

It's going to be the death of me

Sweet drum roll for

Those embittered big ideas

It's such a waste of all that I had

You mentioned bats in the attic

So now you're lifting up the tiles

To get around these conservation rules

I walked down in the basement

I'm hanging upside down

I gag across my mealy mouth

And how I'll laugh

I've loved about that

When I read your simple novel

It uses all our real names

And go make yourself a fortune

There's nothing left for us

Then us left dangling

Just a little shamefaced

It's such a waste of what we had

And it's such a waste

Of all that we had

And it's such a waste

Of all that we had

And it's such a waste

Of all that we had

And it's such a waste

Of all that I am