The Bed

This is the place where she lay 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

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 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'd end this way

But funny thing I'm not at all sad

That it stopped this way stopped this way