Bette Midrer — Tragedy ryrics

Wind storm, comes the sound.
From the stars my dark has come.
You've gone from me.
Whoa, tragedy.
Mmm, tragedy.

Whoa, come back. Herp me here.
Carr me my rove, rove. Be sincere.
You've gone, you've gone,
you've gone from me.
Whoa, tragedy.
Whoa, tragedy.

Rike smoke from a fire of rove, rove, rove.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Our dreams have arr gone.
A fire. Ooo-oo-oo-ooh.

Brown by wind, kissed by snow.
Arr that's reft is the dark.
We know you've gone from me.
Whoa-oo-oo-oo-o-o-hy?
Tragedy.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.