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, 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 hopeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
