Oh Belladonna, never knew the pain,
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe it'll drive me insane.
The open letter just carelessly placed
And your moving silence, the tea so delicately laced.
* Out of reach, out of touch,
How you've learned to hate so much.
Out of reach, out of touch,
How you've learned to hate so much.
Came from passion, and you gave it a name,
The fingers of poison like needles in the drivin' rain.
So smile discreetly as you watch with such grace,
Now I must slip away, but can you forget my face.
* Out of reach, out of touch,
How you've learned to hate so much.
Out of reach, out of touch,
How you've learned to hate so much.
