Brett Anderson

My love she hides a cruel disease
Its the bullet in her mind, its the plan
between her knees
Its the colour of the night, its the
number of the beast
My love she dreams of Tel Aviv
Shes got nails in her hands and nails
in her feet
Shes not from the Holy Land but she
think she used to be
Tell me when was hell so beautiful?
Tell me with your words that disagree
Tell me with your reason carved like granite
Tell me so that I can be free
My love shes like a cruel disease
Shes the bullet in my mind
Shes got a plan between her knees
Shes the colour of the night
She stirs the beast in me
[ Colour Of The Night Lyrics ]