текст Belladonna Array слова

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