[Introduction]

Look, I don't show this to everyone - you must never tell anyone

[Verse 1]

If you go up there, show no fear don't ever run up those stairs

If you're ready then come and take these keys

The first unlocks the door, the second the loft hatch, the third the false wall

The fourth key is special, you'll know when you'll need it

Keep it close and use it if it glows and gets heated

[Verse 2]

Take only what you can fit in your pocket

You may need breadcrumbs, a feather, a locket

The feather is an offering to old lord Owl

The locket for the ghost that haunts and howls

The bread crumbs? Well, you can choose that

Use them to get back, or fend off King Rat

There's really no map, it's different every visit

Stay on the wooden track, and don't listen to the spirits

[Verse 3]

Whatever you do, when you climb the stairs

Never look back, look alive and stare into the inky black

And what you'll find up there is a light to your left - go right instead

The glow is a trap for unwary visitors

Deliver to the attic is more than a bit sinister

King Rat is in residence and must be crossed

For everyone's sake, you mustn't get lost

[Verse 4]

Study the tops of the boxes of brick n' brack

Bibs, bobs, gadgets, inventions, and nick-knacks

Look for what's lost, but take nothing else

Not jewelry, or riches, or mummified elves

Don't touch the old crock, or the unicorns' horn

Stay away from the cages, you know you've been warned

All piled up ridiculously, impossibly high

But some hold hideous mockeries of life

Beware the broken robot butler of dodgy design

Self-aware and violent, a horrible device

And after what he did, he was banished

To a tragic fate - he remains in the attic

[Bridge]

Have you ever imagined what happens

To unattended ideas, forgotten passions

Broken moments, lost fragments

Unworkable inventions, lost or shattered

Nothing is perfect, nothing is worthless

Unloved, dusty, rusty, dirty

Here at the top, with the things that I lost

Find a home in my attic, locked in my loft

[Verse 5]

A world of dark wonder, sunbeam, dust flecks

Something comes scuttling, don't run just yet

It might be a spider made of old watches

It might be the two-headed toad I adopted

If it's the spider, answer his riddles quick

Ignore the toad if it asks you to lick it

But if it's a beast that's made of shadows

Hide out of sight, somewhere narrow

Or fight to the death, take two rights and a left

Avoid more surprises, find your prize

And then step to the lock with the key, to your lost property

Unlock the black box, bring it's content to me

Leave the locket behind for the phantoms and ghosts

Throw breadcrumbs to the sky, and run back to your host

I only hope Lord Owl guides you back

Or you'll never survive, trapped lost in the attic