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 the question why
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 that you are gone


Always, always just out of reach of my
Over frustrated, shameful hands, and I

Never, never expected that I
Would ever, no never, plead for credit or 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