That’s a dark street you’re running down
It’s a street where no one walks alone
It’s a cul-de-sac
And it will probably burn
It’s so dry —
And great if you make it over the wall
Nursing your cuts you’re surprised by the gloved hand
On your shoulder
And it’s you or him
No ifs or buts
You’ll be broken before you learn to love
Innocents in paradise
Headlong into sacrifice
Innocents in paradise
Lighting fires on the ice
That’s a bad place you’re hiding now
Breaking doors to rest in no-mans-land
It’s a house of cards
And it should certainly fall
It’s so high
You think you’re safer like rats underground
You’re hunted for something you don’t understand
You’ll grope for cracks
And it’s you or them
No ifs or buts
You’ll be broken before you learn to love
Innocents in paradise
Headlong into sacrifice
Innocents in paradise
Lighting fires on the ice
If Hell is where we go to learn
It might as well be here on Earth
If Heaven is the place we earn
When all our deeds are judged enough
Then should your concrete footsteps stop
To watch this town go down in flames
You’ll feel your feet touch grass again
Could be you’ll find you’re going sane
Innocents in paradise
Headlong into sacrifice
Innocents in paradise
Lighting fires on the ice
Marimba, timbales & tom-toms: Phil Collins
Guitars: Phil Palmer