In the dying of the light

Fading away too soon

Our love is lying there bleeding

Like a blood red moon.

Hearts beating as one.

Ebbing to the waters cadence

Our eyes would find our thoughts

Our hands would lock by chance

Eclipsed by the thought of loneliness

Our fortunes came to fore

Turbulent and tumultuous

Like that first dance on the floor.

“Last stop”, the conductor roared

And the passengers that we carried –

gathered a thing or two.

Ready to alight the journey.

That was me and you.

Fairwell and good luck

It’s hard for me to say

The blood red moon is calling you

And here, is where I stay.