You Songtext
von Holger Hiller

Telepathy?
I want to know
Oh, God
Look at the moon
It′s the last quarter
Of the century
Of some damn basketball game
A wave, a slave
Born in a cave
You holding that thought?
All this trouble
To get you from here to there
Since we've been a conversation
What should be is a high wall
To get over and out
And me, me, I′m getting out of here
And now, to describe it
I should have to fall back in time
In the end
It's our unshieldedness Upon which we depend
And it was the last quarter
Of the century, of the moon
Of some damn basketball game
Time jumps like some magic rebound
And the city that I flew across
And the house that was my friend's house
And this image keeping me awake
And the sound that I like
In the end
It′s our unshieldedness
Upon which we depend
And when we saw it threaten
We turned it so into the open
Into widest orbit somewhere
Across the wounded galaxies we intersect
The cries, my movements
Turned them to be useless
You from the other side