A New Hope کے بول

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 Why 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