The Bed (Album Version)

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, 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