Lyrics Beauty - Einstürzende Neubauten

Beauty

— You see half the moon… its crescent… and one of the planets…
maybe Saturn… maybe Jupiter… in the early night sky over Berlin…
through the windows of a taxicab, near Potsdamer Platz
You think: …Beauty
— No, this is not beauty…
— Maybe not?
— Maybe… This is the rest of it…
— Maybe not?
— Maybe… The rest of beauty…
— Maybe not…
— Maybe… What remains of beauty…
— Maybe not…
— Maybe… What is visible
— Certainly
— Uncertain
— Your arms would not be able to stretch as far as necessary to form an
adequate gesture for beauty
— You know that, don’t you?
— So… beauty remains in the impossibilities of the body