Broken Iris - 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 of 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