The Attic - Patrick Doyle

In the attic lights Voices scream Nothing's seen Real's a dream Leaving the things that are real behind Leaving the things that you love from mind All of the things that you learned from fears Nothing is left for the years Voices scream Nothing's seen Real's a dream Toys, toys, toys in the attic Toys, toys, toys in the attic Toys, toys, toys in the attic Toys, toys, toys in the attic Lights Voices scream Nothing's seen Real's a dream Leaving the things that are real behind Leaving the things that you love from mind All of the things that you learned from fears Nothing is left for the years Voices scream Nothing's seen Real's a dream Toys, toys, toys in the attic Toys, toys, toys in the attic Toys, toys, toys in the attic Toys, toys, toys in the attic Toys, toys, toys in the attic Toys, toys, toys in the attic Toys, toys, toys in the attic Toys, toys, toys in the attic

And we both crossed at our hearts But we were hoping to die too soon I still rememeber in that yearbook you told the truth You knew when I crashed into you That we were young and we were coloring over it Holy water still holds my breath 'Cause I can't let go of the words you wrote Amity follow me to the flowers in the attic That I couldn't hold together (wo-oh) I hope you sleep forever Another shot in the dark Maybe we'll drop all the kerosene off at your feet And dance under the fire And all your friends, all your friends say they want into heaven But what if you got there first (But what if you got there) Holy water still holds my breath 'Cause I can't let go of the words you wrote Amity follow me to the flowers in the attic That I couldn't hold together (wo-oh) I hope you sleep forever I hope you sleep forever So when the cops get the call I hope you sleep forever (Holy water still holds my) Holy water still holds my breath 'Cause I can't let go of the words you wrote Amity follow me to the flowers in the attic That I couldn't hold together (wo-oh) I hope you sleep forever I hope you sleep forever So when the cops get the call I hope you sleep forever

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.

Come seek us where our voices sound We cannot sing above the ground An hour long you'll have to look To recover what we took An hour long you'll have to look To recover what we took Your times half gone so tarry not Lest what you seek stays here to rot