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
ПР-В:
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?
ПР-Ш:
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?
ПР-В:
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?
ПР-Ш:
ПР-В:
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?
ПР-Ш:
