When I came up from out of the meat locker

The city was gone

The sky was full of lights

The snow provided a silent cover

In moonland

Under the stars

Under the snow

And I followed this car

And I followed that car

Through the sand

Through the snow

I turn on the radio

I listen to the DJ



And it must feel nice

(It must feel nice)

It must feel nice to know

That somebody needs you

And everything moves slow



Under the stars, under the ash, under the sand

And the night drifts in

The snow provided a silent cover

And I'm not your favourite lover

I turn on the radio



And it must feel nice

(It must feel nice)

Oh, very, very nice to know

That somebody needs you

And the chilly winds blow



Under the snow, under the stars

The whispering DJ on the radio

The whispering DJ on the radio

I'm not your favourite lover

I'm not your favourite lover



And it must feel nice

(It must feel nice)

To leave no trace

That somebody needs you

And that somebody is me



Under the stars, under the snow



Your eyes were closed

You were playing with the buttons on your coat

In the back of that car



In moonland

Under the stars

In moonland

And I followed that car