Belladonna Songtext
von The Great Northwest

In the autumn
Of her fourth year
Get collected
Washed and dried

Not successful in
Every garden
Budding under
Last daylight

Belladonna


Found an awesome
Old tradition
We were dreaming
To get in

Dusty green and
Fuzzy leaves
Were the source of
Our shade

Keep the tree leaves
And the berries
From the curse
In my mind

Sail an ocean
Just to get here
And I′ll greet you
All the same