Where were you as the sun died   Spewing out its collapse   Did you care as heaven slowly fried   Missing out on the Swansong   You were never that keen   But my death was a knockout   I believe   It's a cold December   I count my wounds as ever   And that day was the seventh   When blood fell from the sky   You turned your back as the nightfall   Closed my eyes   New   or old millennium   I still count the cost   With runs left to remember   Who I was   It's a cold December   I count my wounds as ever   It's worth all pain forever   To see your beautiful face