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 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 Ad 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 I followed that car
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