The Bed Lyrics

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
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's end this way But funny thing, I'm not at all sad that it stopped this way Stopped this way
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?” And I said, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling?”