No one here Believes in suicide You can't turn off the show Under your eyelids Ones in turquoise Zeros and violet Are lonely Spinning mid-air See the blue heron Drowning in radio waves In the suburbs Feeding from koi ponds Spying on lovers How lonely The colors are real No one denies It's a beautiful trick That you dream into life A beautiful trick of the eye In the dance of the body Her fleshy red treasure What cannibals crave What scientists measured And all that you feel Maybe all that you ever are No one here believed in suicide When you lift the skin With your cinema eyes It's more than an eyelid Dreamt on her island And lonely right where The colors are real No one denies It's a beautiful trick That you dream into life A beautiful trick of the eyes