| Song | Youme & Meyou |
| Artist | Einstürzende Neubauten |
| Album | Perpetuum Mobile |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bargeld, Hacke, Moser | |
| They build a ship each wintertime | |
| for launch to sea before the storm | |
| They don't just go from A to B | |
| they go around and come around again | |
| 'cause out there's always a construction site | |
| a Starbucks and | |
| yet another Gugenheim | |
| Youme knows what Meyou wants | |
| Meyou knows what Youme wants | |
| and it's granted | |
| No more tassels on the hotel key | |
| a phone line, a laptop | |
| and a box of tangerines | |
| They turn houses into homes | |
| where earthquakes live with car alarms | |
| mature mild-mannered catastrophes | |
| They gift each other a thousand names | |
| and take them off, take them off again | |
| like excessive jewelry | |
| Youme knows what Meyou wants | |
| Meyou knows what Youme wants | |
| and it's granted | |
| They defend each other against the past | |
| if the future isn't bright at least it's colorful | |
| so burn the ship come spring | |
| They fail, fail and try again | |
| fall off a cliff, succeed, and fall, fall again | |
| They have proven quite effectively | |
| that bumblebees indeed can fly | |
| against the field's authority | |
| They invent each other ever anew | |
| still they won't have a different view | |
| of everyone or anything | |
| Defend themselves against the whims of fate | |
| question the statistics, accelerate | |
| the status quo, deny the rules of gravity | |
| But they don't use the word | |
| once dropped it might break | |
| They do not say that they have loved | |
| for who can say | |
| We were killed yesterday | |
| Youme knows what Meyou wants | |
| Meyou knows what Youme wants | |
| and it's granted |
| zuo ci : Bargeld, Hacke, Moser | |
| They build a ship each wintertime | |
| for launch to sea before the storm | |
| They don' t just go from A to B | |
| they go around and come around again | |
| ' cause out there' s always a construction site | |
| a Starbucks and | |
| yet another Gugenheim | |
| Youme knows what Meyou wants | |
| Meyou knows what Youme wants | |
| and it' s granted | |
| No more tassels on the hotel key | |
| a phone line, a laptop | |
| and a box of tangerines | |
| They turn houses into homes | |
| where earthquakes live with car alarms | |
| mature mildmannered catastrophes | |
| They gift each other a thousand names | |
| and take them off, take them off again | |
| like excessive jewelry | |
| Youme knows what Meyou wants | |
| Meyou knows what Youme wants | |
| and it' s granted | |
| They defend each other against the past | |
| if the future isn' t bright at least it' s colorful | |
| so burn the ship come spring | |
| They fail, fail and try again | |
| fall off a cliff, succeed, and fall, fall again | |
| They have proven quite effectively | |
| that bumblebees indeed can fly | |
| against the field' s authority | |
| They invent each other ever anew | |
| still they won' t have a different view | |
| of everyone or anything | |
| Defend themselves against the whims of fate | |
| question the statistics, accelerate | |
| the status quo, deny the rules of gravity | |
| But they don' t use the word | |
| once dropped it might break | |
| They do not say that they have loved | |
| for who can say | |
| We were killed yesterday | |
| Youme knows what Meyou wants | |
| Meyou knows what Youme wants | |
| and it' s granted |
| zuò cí : Bargeld, Hacke, Moser | |
| They build a ship each wintertime | |
| for launch to sea before the storm | |
| They don' t just go from A to B | |
| they go around and come around again | |
| ' cause out there' s always a construction site | |
| a Starbucks and | |
| yet another Gugenheim | |
| Youme knows what Meyou wants | |
| Meyou knows what Youme wants | |
| and it' s granted | |
| No more tassels on the hotel key | |
| a phone line, a laptop | |
| and a box of tangerines | |
| They turn houses into homes | |
| where earthquakes live with car alarms | |
| mature mildmannered catastrophes | |
| They gift each other a thousand names | |
| and take them off, take them off again | |
| like excessive jewelry | |
| Youme knows what Meyou wants | |
| Meyou knows what Youme wants | |
| and it' s granted | |
| They defend each other against the past | |
| if the future isn' t bright at least it' s colorful | |
| so burn the ship come spring | |
| They fail, fail and try again | |
| fall off a cliff, succeed, and fall, fall again | |
| They have proven quite effectively | |
| that bumblebees indeed can fly | |
| against the field' s authority | |
| They invent each other ever anew | |
| still they won' t have a different view | |
| of everyone or anything | |
| Defend themselves against the whims of fate | |
| question the statistics, accelerate | |
| the status quo, deny the rules of gravity | |
| But they don' t use the word | |
| once dropped it might break | |
| They do not say that they have loved | |
| for who can say | |
| We were killed yesterday | |
| Youme knows what Meyou wants | |
| Meyou knows what Youme wants | |
| and it' s granted |