My love she hides a cruel disease nIt's the bullet in her mind, it's the plan nbetween her knees nIt's the colour of the night, it's the nnumber of the beast nnMy love she dreams of Tel Aviv nShe's got nails in her hands and nails nin her feet nShe's not from the Holy Land but she nthink she used to be nnTell me when was hell so beautiful? nTell me with your words that disagree nTell me with your reason carved like granite nTell me so that I can be free nnMy love she's like a cruel disease nShe's the bullet in my mind nShe's got a plan between her knees nShe's the colour of the night nShe stirs the beast in mennArtist: Brett AndersonnAlbum: Brett AndersonnYear: 2007nTitle: Colour Of The Night