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