Oh Belladonna never knew the pain Maybe I'm crazy, maybe it'll drive you insane The open letter just carelessly placed And you move in silence, the tea so delicately laced
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 are poisoned 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