King Creosote & John Hopkins
Текст песни 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.
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 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.



Thanks to madailui