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 they're gonna leave me alone

Oh, Opaline
Make believe that you still love me
Oh, Opaline
It's hard to see reality
When you've got no love at all

There's 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
There's nothing worse than a hearse driving slow

Oh, Opaline
Make believe that you still love me
Oh, Opaline
It's hard to see reality
When you've got no love at all

I'd like to find out why she had to go
My heart wants what a heart can't control
So I hang in the air as the light gets cold
Hide in her shadows
Welcome her home

Oh, Opaline
Make believe that you still love me
Oh, Opaline
It's hard to see reality
When you've got no love at all

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Writer(s): Jeff Tweedy