The Bed
This is the place where she lay her headWhen she went to bed at nightAnd this is the place our children were conceivedCandles lit the room brightly at night
And this is the place where she cut her wristsThat odd and fateful nightAnd I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feelingAnd I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
This is the place where we used to liveI paid for it with love and bloodAnd these are the boxes that she kept on the shelfFilled with her poetry and stuff
And this is the room where she took the razorAnd cut her wrists that strange and fateful nightAnd I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feelingAnd I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
I never would have started if I'd knownThat it's end this wayBut funny thing, I'm not at all sadThat it stopped this way
This is the place where she lay her headWhen she went to bed at nightAnd this is the place our children were conceivedCandles lit the room brightly at night
And this is the place where she cut her wristsThat odd and fateful nightAnd I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feelingAnd I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling