When I came up from out of the meat-lockernThe city was gonenThe sky was full of lightsnThe snow provides a silent covernnIn moonland nUnder the starsnUnder the snownnAnd I followed this carnAnd I followed that carnThrough the sandnThrough the snownnI turn on the radionI listen to the DJnAnd it must feel nicenIt must feel nice to knownnThat somebody needsnAnd everything moves slownnUnder the starsnUnder the ashnThrough the sandnAnd the night drifts innThe snow provides a silent covernAnd I'm not your favourite lovernI turn on the radionnAnd it must feel nicenWell, very very nice to knownnThat somebody needs younAnd the chilly wind blowsnnUnder the snownUnder the starsnThe whispering DJnOn the radionThe whispering DJnOn the radionI'm not your favourite lovernI'm not your favourite lovernnAnd it must feel nicenTo leave no tracen(No trace at all)nnBut somebody needs younAd that somebody is mennUnder the starsnUnder the snownnYour eyes were closednYou were playing with the buttons on your coatnIn the back of that carnnIn moonlandnUnder the starsnnIn moonlandnI followed that car