Bats In The Attic (feat. Jon Hopkins)

And I've gone silver in my travels
Growing silver in my sideburns
I've started to unravel
Heard my heartbeat on a downhill
I counted 18 on my pulse
As Kilrenny clock struck three
For 3 o'clock what else?
What else?

And you said 12 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
That's going to be the death of me
A 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 off the tiles
To get around those conservation rules
I'm locked down in the basement
I'm hanging upside down
I 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
Than us left dangling just a little shamefaced

It's such a waste of all that we have
And it's such a waste of all that we have
And it's such a waste of all that I am