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 shelf loads 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