Moonland

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 --- Moonland - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds