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