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 frusterated, 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