When I came up from out of the meat-locker
The city was gone
The sky was full of lights
The snow provides 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 to know
That somebody needs you
And everything moves slow
Under the stars, under the ash, through the sand
And the night drifts in
The snow provides a silent cover
And I'm not your favourite lover
I turn on the radio
And it must feel nice
Well, very very nice to know
That somebody needs you
And the chilly wind blows
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
To leave no trace (no trace at all)
But somebody needs you
And that somebody is me, babe
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
I followed that car