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.