By The Drifter From Heaven
We danced as lovers with our hearts in flame,
The ashes still glowing, the fire is cold,
Our warmth of dance has turned into ashes,
Now I carry the scars of yesterday,
My heart in turmoil, my soul aims to rise,
Passion's heat is gone, now cold and dark love.
There was no goodbye, just a fleeting love,
Heart in vain after the consuming flame,
My soul demands my weary heart to rise,
Even though the room is empty and cold,
My aching heart longs for that yesterday,
Wish dreams come true, and embrace the ashes.
Memories stay in yesterday's ashes,
A moment of betrayal, a lost love,
A heavy burden of our yesterday,
A ghost of a one night stand's burning flame,
Now that you're gone, I exist in the cold,
How could I escape this gray taint and rise.
Recurring dreams of you helps me to rise,
And even with just those golden ashes,
The flame you left behind, a painful cold,
A fleeting night, leaving my heart with love,
My heart's desire is that one night stand's flame,
The heat of that night my soul's yesterday.
How could I forget that sweet yesterday,
And live each day to look at the sun's rise,
Only to feel yesterday's tempting flame,
It burned desire into glowing ashes,
A lustful emotions that turned to love,
The loss has struck me with a sudden cold.
My heart and soul deeply scorch by the cold,
How could I ever forget—yesterday,
It must have been a true passion of love,
I need her warmth and love to really rise,
To finally reignite the ashes,
And finally find whats left with the flame.
To contain the cold my heart needs to rise,
Bring back yesterday, pick up the ashes,
A taste of true love, my warm golden flame.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
By The Drifter From Heaven
We danced as lovers with our hearts in flame,
The ashes still glowing, the fire is cold,
Our warmth of dance has turned into ashes,
Now I carry the scars of yesterday,
My heart in turmoil, my soul aims to rise,
Passion's heat is gone, now cold and dark love.
There was no goodbye, just a fleeting love,
Heart in vain after the consuming flame,
My soul demands my weary heart to rise,
Even though the room is empty and cold,
My aching heart longs for that yesterday,
Wish dreams come true, and embrace the ashes.
Memories stay in yesterday's ashes,
A moment of betrayal, a lost love,
A heavy burden of our yesterday,
A ghost of a one night stand's burning flame,
Now that you're gone, I exist in the cold,
How could I escape this gray taint and rise.
Recurring dreams of you helps me to rise,
And even with just those golden ashes,
The flame you left behind, a painful cold,
A fleeting night, leaving my heart with love,
My heart's desire is that one night stand's flame,
The heat of that night my soul's yesterday.
How could I forget that sweet yesterday,
And live each day to look at the sun's rise,
Only to feel yesterday's tempting flame,
It burned desire into glowing ashes,
A lustful emotions that turned to love,
The loss has struck me with a sudden cold.
My heart and soul deeply scorch by the cold,
How could I ever forget—yesterday,
It must have been a true passion of love,
I need her warmth and love to really rise,
To finally reignite the ashes,
And finally find whats left with the flame.
To contain the cold my heart needs to rise,
Bring back yesterday, pick up the ashes,
A taste of true love, my warm golden flame.