To your grave, i spoke
holding a red, red rose
gust of freezing cold air
whispers to me, that you are gone

Always, always asking questions
my life is overrated but i
never, never expected that I'd
underestimated my love for you

To your grave, i spoke
holding a red, red rose
gust of freezing cold air
whispers to me, you're gone

Always, always just out of reach from my
over frustrated, shameful hands
and i never, never expected that i
would ever, no never take for granted our precious time

To your grave, i spoke
holding a red, red rose
gust of freezing cold air
whispers to me you're gone

Spent a lifetime of holding on just to let go
I guess I'll spend another lifetime
searching for a new hope

To your grave, i spoke
holding a red, red rose
gust of freezing cold air
whispers to me you're gone

Spent a lifetime of holding on just to let go
I guess I'll spend another lifetime
searching for a new hope
a new hope
a new hope
a new hope