Wind storm, comes the sound.
From the stars my dark has come.
You`ve gone from me.
Whoa, tragedy.
Mmm, tragedy.
Whoa, come back. Help me here.
Call me my love, love. Be sincere.
You`ve gone, you`ve gone,
you`ve gone from me.
Whoa, tragedy.
Whoa, tragedy.
Like smoke from a fire of love, love, love.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Our dreams have all gone.
A fire. Ooo-oo-oo-ooh.
Blown by wind, kissed by snow.
All that`s left is the dark.
We know you`ve gone from me.
Whoa-oo-oo-oo-o-o-hy?
Tragedy.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
