A New Hope
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