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 [bad word]  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