Opaline

I hear the police outside my window
I can hear them talking on their radios
Well, I keep my head underneath my pillow
Pray that theyre gonna leave me alone
Oh, Opaline
Make believe that you still love me
Oh, Opaline
Its hard to see reality
When youve got no love at all
Theres nothing worse than a hearse driving slow
Out on the tollway, stopping at the tolls
No change, no E-Z Pass, what a way to go
Theres nothing worse than a hearse driving slow
Oh, Opaline
Make believe that you still love me
Oh, Opaline
Its hard to see reality
When youve got no love at all
Id like to find out why she had to go
My heart wants what a heart cant control
Now I hang in the air as the light gets cold
And I hide in her shadows
Welcome her home
Oh, Opaline
Make believe that you still love me
Oh, Opaline
Its hard to see reality
When youve got no love at all