Bats In the Attic (Unravelled)

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.