Bats in the Attic by King Creosote and Jon Hopkins from their collaborative album: "Diamond Mine" Enjoy! Capo 1. fret F / Gsus / Dm / F F C And I've gone silver on my travels, Dm C G growing silver in my sideburns. I'm starting to unravel her, F C My heartbeats on a downhill, Dm Dm Gsus I counted eighty on my pulse as Kilrenny Church struck three for three o'clock. F C G Dm What else? F C G Dm What else? F C And you said twelve years in retirement. Dm C G The hours go by like sips of water. The record lies unbroken, F C and no doubt, it's white flour in my diet. Dm Dm G F C G Dm It's going to be the death of me, sweet drumroll for those embittered big ideas. F C G Dm It's such a waste of all that I had. F C G Dm 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, 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 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.