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