The Bed (Live)

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 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
A pit filled with love and blood
And these are the boxes that she kept on the shelf
Filled with her poetry and stuff
This is the room where she took the razor
And 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

Never should have started
If I'd known that it'd end this way
Funny thing, I'm not at all sad that it stopped this way
Stopped this way

This is the place where she lay her head
When she went to bed that night
And this is the place that 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 a song written by the magnificent Fernando
With one of his beautiful chord combinations and his gorgeous voice
It's "Revien Cherie"