Nick Cave & Bad Seeds

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
I followed this car

and I followed that car
through the sand

throught the snow
I turn on the radio

I listen to the deejay
and 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
o very very nice to know

that somebody need you
and the chilly winds blow

under the snow
under the stars

the whispering deejay
on the radio

the whispering deejay
on the radio

I'm not yr favorite lover
I'm not yr favorite lover

and It must feel nice
to leave no trace
(no trace at all)

but somebody needs you
and that somebody is me

under the stars
under the snow

(yr eyes were closed
you were playing w/ the buttons on yr coat
in the back ot that car)

in moonland
under the stars

in moonland
and I followed that car