When I came up from out of the meat-locker
The city was gone
The sky's 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)

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 favorite 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 favorite lover
I'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 baby
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