SubRosa - Troubled Cells lyrics

There, beyond the windowsill Lies the child that we all dread An affront to our ease and our la**itude A thorn in our side How soon will she die? Now every road I take, no matter how far Leads me back here again, convicted by your smile And every waking dream, and every wasted hour Seems veined with a disease that I cannot escape Soft music plays on the gramophone A fire in the grate, arm around your wife's waist Warms your crocodile tears As you think of the child under the cellar stairs When will she disappear? If there's no way through for you, there's no way through for me I refuse the cool gardens, I reject my honored seat If there's no way through for you, there's no way through for me I don't need the golden banners, I don't need the vain embrace Now, every road I take, no matter how far Leads me back here, convicted by your smile All is veined with a disease that I cannot escape For troubled cells do not a healthy body make There is no greater good if you're trodden underfoot – There is no greater good Paradise is a lie if we have to burn you at the stake to get inside Paradise is a lie if you're not by my side