Tragedy

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.