| 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
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
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 |
