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