One of these days It all comes back to you Back lights and silver lines are hard to follow I feel ashamed 'Cause really nothing's changed These leaves you find won't conceal your sorrow Now we've got no place else to go Nowhere to hide Trouble In paradise Trouble It all makes sense From dust to dust we go Holding on with empty hands No time to borrow Wouldn't we dance To death do us part? Well, when did that start? Now we've got no place else to go Nowhere to hide From your Trouble In paradise Trouble Trouble In paradise Trouble Now there is no place else to go Nowhere to hide Trouble in paradise Trouble