Dave Navarro - The Bed

This is the place where she laid 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 took the razor
And cut her wrists that fateful night
And I said, "Oh, oh, oh, what a feeling"
And I said, "Oh, oh, oh, what a feeling"

This is the place where we used to live
I paid for it with love and blood
These are the boxes kept on the shelf
Filled with her poetry and stuff
And this is the place where she cut her wrists
That odd, and fateful night
And I said, "Oh, oh, oh, what a feeling"
And I said, "Oh, oh, oh, what a feeling"

I never would've started if I'd known that it would end this way
But funny thing, I'm not that upset that it stopped this way

This is the place where she laid 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 took the razor
And cut her wrists that fateful night
And I said, "Oh, oh, oh, what a feeling"
And I said, "Oh, oh, oh, what a feeling"