Sting - Consider me gone

There were^C#m rooms of forgiveness In the house^C#m that we share But the space ha^C#ms been emptied Of whatever was th^C#mere There were cupboa^C#mrds of patience There were shelf ^C#mloads of care But whoever cam^C#me calling Found nobody^C#m there

After today,^G# consider me gone

Roses have thorns, and ^C#mshining waters mud And cancer lurks deep in^C#m the sweetest bud Clouds and eclipse^C#ms stain the moon and the sun And history reeks^C#m of the wrongs we have done

^G# After today, consider me gone

I've spent too many y^C#mears at war with myself The doctor has told me^C#m it's no good for my health To search for perfection^C#m is all very well But to look for heaven^C#m is to live here in hell

After today,^G# consider me gone