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