Rose pale cross over her bed
Red cross, red cross, salvation
I smell death everywhere
Oh, but the nightingale
There's a fire in Paradise City
As we walk down the street
Night at Union Station
Local bus for a ride
Through the storm we see
There's a fire in Paradise City
Tanner was driving
Through smoke then I saw
The bus to Avalon, long haul
Passing the pool house
The city below
A mist of wet chiffon
Like me, like us
Oh coming down from your dance floor
Oh coming down from your dance floor
Room number 9
Lying there
All the gold among us
Could there be more?
Oh, tomorrow, waiting there
Tanner was driving
Through smoke then I saw
The bus to Avalon, long haul
Passing the pool house
The city below
A mist of wet chiffon
Like me, like us
The sun was high