The Roses At Your Grave Are Dead

The roses at your grave are dead.

 

Tonight I tried to call you but I know you won’t pick up the phone anymore.

It’s so painful to kneel down into the pebble stones,

my knees are shattered and I feel so alone.

 

The roses at your grave are dead.

 

I can’t bear to be here any longer at this graveyard,

this is the place where you rest so my heart is aching and longing for you.

Why did you pass away, why did you pass away?!!

 

The roses at your grave are dead.

 

I’m singing songs of mourning and I carved them into your headstone,

I’m bleeding on your grave.

My life without you isn’t the same.

 

The roses at your grave are dead.

 

My days are cold and grey,

I don’t want to live anymore by tomorrow.

I fall down onto a bed of thorns and I beg to God if He wants to hold me in this sorrow.

 

The roses at your grave are dead.

 

I start my car and I’m about to drive away from this place of grief and sadness.

I look into my rear view mirror and it’s like I see a glimpse of you,

but then I remember I just went to your grave.

 

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Song tip:  “Headstone”  by Maximilian Hecker feat. Rachael Yamagata 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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