King Creosote & Jon Hopkins - Bats In The Attic (Unravelled) lyrics

And I've gone silver on my travels Growing silver in my sideburns I'm starting to unravel Heard 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 d**h of me Sweet drum roll for those embittered big ideas 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 A gag across my mealy mouth And how I'll laugh out loud 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 Than us left dangling just a little shame-faced 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