Equinox of a dying heart

i.
In this brightest hour,
of this longest day -
in silence, we sit
and I wait.
For the fastest car,
on the shortest stretch -
of this road-bed we have made.

I could fall asleep
between the thunders' booms.
Dark of these lightening strikes.
There's an equinox of a dying heart.
Whats a memory, once it fades?

There you go.
You said you would never leave.
The fleeing, it's what lasts forever.
And you know!
If I follow you -
the trail we'd make leads to never.
So here I sit.

ii.
In this darkest hour,
of this shortest day,
there's a riot inside of my chest.
And I must confess.
When I ran into you,
I was moved, as if possesed.

As I fell apart,
I never felt a part -
when does love become much less?
There's an equinox of a dying heart.
What's a memory when it
pulls you back?

There you go!
You said you would never run. 
Walking away just looks dumb.
And you know!
If I followed you -
I would run out of breath
before long.
So here I sit.
There you go!
Here I sit.
You go, you go and you go.
Iii.
There's an equinox of a dying heart.
And here I sit.