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



* Repeat

* Repeat