| Wind and storm, comes the sound |
| From the stars my dark has come |
| You’ve gone from me |
| Whoa, tragedy |
| Whoa, come back, help me here |
| Call me my love, love, be sincere |
| You’ve gone from me |
| Whoa, tragedy |
| Like smoke from a fire of love, oh, oh, oh, oh |
| Our dreams are all gone above, oh, oh, oh, oh |
| Blown by wind, kissed by snow |
| All that’s left is the dark |
| We know you’ve gone from me |
| Whoa, tragedy |
| Like smoke from a fire of love, oh, oh, oh, oh |
| Our dreams have all gone above, oh, oh, oh, oh |
| Blown by wind, kissed by snow |
| All that’s left is the dark |
| We know you’ve gone from me |
| Oh-oh, tragedy |
| Tragedy |