This week the theme for Song Lyric Sunday is houses and rooms in a house. As soon as I saw the word ‘attic’ my thoughts went straight to this simply gorgeous song from the 1970 album ‘American Beauty’. Noting that Jim himself had chosen something else, I had no hesitation in offering up this dreamy, elegaic ballad.
In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams unreal
Full of tastes no tongue can know
And lights no eye can see
When there was no ear to hear
You sang to me
I have spent my life
Seeking all that’s still unsung
Bent my ear to hear the tune
And closed my eyes to see
When there were no strings to play
You played to me
In the book of love’s own dream
Where all the print is blood
Where all the pages are my days
And all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly
You flew to me
You
Flew
To me
In the secret space of dreams
Where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told
And the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine
You dreamed of me
Written by Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia
the only deadhead in the hameau 
Thanks for choosing this song today and I loved the video.