Deathbed - The Ponys

Quiet lives

Look at them rest

Final days, they’re getting closer

And I try and smile on the misery

Close your eyes

try and remember

You got out of this place

I need your help

I need shelter

You got the money

Is it too late?

I love you so ??

in November

Quiet lives

Look at them rest

Final days, they’re getting closer

I try and smile on the misery

Close your eyes

try and remember