Would you like to come down to me from your town above the line?
I saw an omen that you were coming and I do believe it's time
Precious Opal, Queen of Gems upon a frozen marquee sign.
When you first moved to your room way up on Power Station Hill
And you fell in with a man who had a lunchbox full of pills,
I asked for you portfolio but you gave me your high heels.
It's deciding when's the last time that's the trouble.
It's not over if you plan to try again
And I hope this does not scratch your mirrored surface,
Precious Opal, Queen of Gems.
Two winters passed and through them both a hurricane did tear
And it sent some strong men running and it threw houses in the air
And it left a shining opal sitting naked in the air.
Your front teeth had been damaged in the strangest kind of thing.
You chipped them during a frantic delivery of kisses to the king
And you handed me a butterknife and said you were hanging by a string.
I went down to a funeral on Salem Street this morning,
All the cars in the procession painted white.
You know I felt a little bit underdressed but I decided I had to go inside.
I asked an old man that was standing by the coroner the name of the man that died.
He told me his name but I didn't quite hear him,
And I decided that that was alright.
Do you remember when we tried to wet the bed all night and you couldn't do it?
I hope this does not scratch your mirrored surface,
Precious Opal, Queen of Gems.