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 moonl&
under the stars
under the snow
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