We moved by fire, not by fragile dreams, Two restless souls pulled into silent streams, Your eyes were temples calling out my name, My body answered, but my spirit felt the flame. Between desire and ascension, We chased the tension… Lift me higher through the midnight light, Let our shadows turn to spirits in flight, Not love, but passion burning through, I rise in the echoes… next to you. (ahh—ahh, ahh—ahh) Ascend… ascend… We never promised hearts or perfect fate, We only chased the pulse we couldn’t recreate, Your touch was scripture written without words, A sacred ritual only our bodies heard. Pulling closer, Breathing faster, Seeking meaning In the rapture… Lift me higher through the midnight light, Let our shadows turn to spirits in flight, Not love, but passion burning through, I rise in the echoes… next to you. Between the flesh and the unseen, We find the truth in what we mean, Not to possess, but to ascend, To lose ourselves… and breathe again. Lift me higher through the midnight light, Let the heartbeat guide us into the white, Beyond desire, breaking through, My spirit rises… beyond you. (ascend… ascend… ascend…)
