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