| 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 |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)