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