The Bed

This is the place where she laid her head

When she went to bed at night

And this is the place our children were conceived

Candles lit the room brightly at night

And this is the place where she cut her wrists

That odd and fateful night

And I say

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what a feeling

And I say

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what a feeling

This is the place where we used to live

I paid for it with love and blood

And these are the boxes that she kept on the shelf

Filled with her poetry and stuff

And this is the room where she took the razor

And cut her wrists that strange and fateful night

And I said

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what a feeling

And I said

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what a feeling

I never would have started if I'd known

That it would end this way

But funny thing, I'm not sad at all

That it ended this way

This is the place where she laid her head

When she went to bed at night

And this is the place our children were conceived

Candles lit the room brightly at night

And this is the place where she cut her wrists

That odd and fateful night

And I said

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what a feeling

And I said

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what a feeling