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, 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