Troubled Cells - SubRosa

There, beyond the windowsill

Lies the child that we all dread

An affront to our ease and our lassitude

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

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

There is no greater good.

Paradise is a lie if we have to burn you at the stake to get inside

There is no greater good.

Paradise is a lie if we have to burn you at the stake to get inside

There is no greater good.

Paradise is a lie

if you’re not by my side

Paradise is a lie

if you’re not by my side