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