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