Lyrics Bats In The Attic - King Creosote, Jon Hopkins

Bats In The Attic

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
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 I am