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
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