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