King Creosote Bats In The Attic Lyrics

And I've got silver in my travels
Growing silver in my sideburns, I'm starting to unravel
Heard my heartbeat on a downhill
I counted eighteen on my pulse as Kilrenny Church struck three for three o'clock

What else?

What else?

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 drumroll 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 those conservation rules
I walked down to the basement
I'm hanging upside down, a gag across my mealy mouth

And how I'll laugh out loud about that
When I read your simple novel that 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 I am