Wind and storm, gone's the sun,
From the stars, my dark has come.
You've gone from me.
Whoa-whoa, tragedy.
Oh, come back, have me here.
Hold me love, be sincere.
You've gone from me.
Whoa-whoa, tragedy.
Like smoke from a fire of love, whoa-oh-oh-oh.
Our dreams have all gone above, whoa-oh-oh-oh,
Blown by wind, kissed by the snow.
All that's left is the dark below.
You've gone from me.
Whoa-whoa, tragedy.