The road to your grave is paved with roses
And it is lined with glitter gold
And I'll be there by morning
I keep a watch
Away from the cold
You're still in our hearts
Strumming on that sweet guitar
Hugging the shadows and lifting the stars
And warming the light as it shines through the bars
And the road to your grave is paved with roses
And it is lined with glitter gold
And I'll be there by morning
I keep a watch
Away from the cold