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