Tragedy - Paul McCartney, Wings

Wind and storm, comes the sound\nFrom the stars my dark has come\nYou’ve gone from me\nWhoa, tragedy\nWhoa, come back, help me here\nCall me my love, love, be sincere\nYou’ve gone from me\nWhoa, tragedy\nLike smoke from a fire of love, oh, oh, oh, oh\nOur dreams are all gone above, oh, oh, oh, oh\nBlown by wind, kissed by snow\nAll that’s left is the dark\nWe know you’ve gone from me\nWhoa, tragedy\nLike smoke from a fire of love, oh, oh, oh, oh\nOur dreams have all gone above, oh, oh, oh, oh\nBlown by wind, kissed by snow\nAll that’s left is the dark\nWe know you’ve gone from me\nOh-oh, tragedy\nTragedy