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