There were rooms of forgiveness
In the house that we share

But the space has been emptied
Of whatever was there
There were cupboards of patience

There were shelfloads of care
But whoever came calling
Found nobody there


After today, consider me gone


Roses have thorns, and shining waters mud
And cancer lurks deep in the sweetest bud
Clouds and eclipses stain the moon and the sun

And history reeks of the wrongs we have done

After today, consider me gone


I've spent too many years at war with myself
The doctor has told me it's no good for my health

To search for perfection is all very well
But to look for Heaven is to live here in Hell


After today, consider me gone