Moonland

Nick Cave and the bad seeds

When I came up from out of the meat locker
 The city was gone
 The sky was full of lights
 The snow provided 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, under the sand
 And the night drifts in
 The snow provided a silent cover
 And I'm not your favourite 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 favourite lover
 I'm not your favourite lover

And it must feel nice
 (It must feel nice)
 To leave no trace
 That somebody needs you
 And that somebody is me

Under the stars, under the snow

Your eyes were closed
 You were playing with the b*ttons on your coat
 In the back of that car

In moonland
 Under the stars
 In moonland
 And I followed that car