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