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
