Besedila: Mother Hips. Back To The Grotto. Precious Opal.

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.