When I came up from out of the meat-lockerThe city was goneThe sky's full of lightsThe snow provides a silent cover
In Moonland, under the starsUnder the snow and I followed this carAnd I followed that car, through the sandThrough the snow, I turn on the radioI listen to the DJ, and it must feel nice (it must feel nice)
It must feel nice to know, that somebody needs youAnd everything moves slowUnder the stars, under the ash, through the sandAnd the night drifts in, the snow provides a silent coverAnd I'm not your favorite lover, I turn on the radioAnd it must feel nice (it must feel nice)
Oh very very nice to know, that somebody needs youAnd the chilly winds blowUnder the snow, under the starsThe whispering DJ on the radioThe whispering DJ on the radioI'm not your favorite loverI'm not your favorite lover
And it must feel nice (it must feel nice)To leave no trace (no trace at all)But somebody needs you, and that somebody is me babyUnder the stars, under the snowYour eyes were closedYou were playing with the buttons on your coatIn the back of that carIn Moonland, under the starsIn Moonland, and I followed that car
