Moonland

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 sn&, I followed this car

& I followed that car, through the s&

through the snow, I turn on the radio

I listen to the deejay, & it must feel nice

it must feel nice to know, that somebody needs you

& everything moves slow, under the stars

under the ash, through the s&

& the night drifts in, the snow provides a silent cover

& I’m not your favourite lover, I turn on the radio

& it must feel nice

o very very nice to know, that somebody needs you

& 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 favourite lover

I’m not yr favourite lover, & 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 of that car)

in moonl&, under the stars

in moonl&, & I followed that car