Bette Midler — 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