oh what a tragedy
oh what a tragedy
how can you sir
leave a lady in such a state
how can you leave the hurricane
in the middle of that place
with such windy trees
ungrateful storms
surrounding her confusion
unwrapping her mess
revealing her secrets
she's been trying to hide.
how can you sir, promote
the realization of such hostile thought
how can you sir
leave a lady that is not a lady
but rather a windy storm
in the middle of windy storms
who won't stop complaining.
what a tragedy, I must say
you both would have been a good story
I bet you cried for her, well
"that is something"
but you left her burning, spiralling,
crying,
and all I can say is oh,
what a lovely tragedy,
her black dress dancing alone
at the end of the staircase
among the trees and the dusty way
your shadow could be dancing with her
and spiralling
but you left her alone,
chose other road,
that's alright,
mi lord she'll eventually fade
she'll much likely burn
but I think you don't care anyway
so why tell you such things.
she said she wants you to go your way
follow your heart
achieve your expectations
so you better go do that
follow that rather weird heart
achieve those mysterious expectations
or this would have been in vain,
and oh, that yes is a tragedy
ah, a great tragedy,
tragedies so big they light your eyes.
save the goodbyes,
not like you said them anyway.
she desires the happiest journey for you
the finest glasses of wine
and a wiser mind, if you may.