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