Belladonna moans
Her hull shivers and groans
I'm sailing on the open sea

In a galley made of stones

Belladonna moans


Red sky tonight
This sailor he does fight

For the last piece of bread
For the peach there holed
In only lead


Belladonna moans


Belladonna moans
Rocked down to her bones
Shaking onto whatever knee

Neither held in hands or our phones
Searching for a better of my clones
The one who knows much more than i know


Sweet belladonna moans
Rocked down to her bones


Figuring for clones
I'm staggering for who them

Bram bones
Why ever own


The quicker we will see
The failures lying in this one of me
The faster it will expiate us

To plea for our tranquility
On open sea
On a ship made of stone