Teksty: 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 questions

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