Troubled Cells

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
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 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?
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 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