Deathbed, deathbed, don't you know, this is how it's supposed to go
So don't you bring up her name.
We have brushed our teeth at night and looked up at a lovely sky.
Infinity, seen by a bomb.
Regret is a wish overseas.
And I'm made of a wish overseas.
I was made before my birth
Of wishes for a lovely bird,
Bringing me in a sack.
I have wished on plenty days that
That bird would've changed his ways and
Brought me back to 'no life'.
But deathbed, deathbed, now you're here,
I feel all of that disappear.
And I wish I had enjoyed some more.