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 coverIn moonland
Under the stars
Under the snowAnd 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 knowThat somebody needs
And everything moves slowUnder 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 radioAnd it must feel nice
Well, very very nice to knowThat 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 loverAnd it must feel nice
To leave no trace
(No trace at all)But somebody needs you
Ad that somebody is meUnder the stars
Under the snowYour eyes were closed
You were playing with the buttons on your coat
In the back of that carIn moonland
Under the starsIn moonland
I followed that car
