Tekster: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. 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
and I followed that car, through the sand
through the snow, I turn on the radio
I listen to the deejay, and 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 favourite lover, I turn on the radio
and it must feel nice
o very very nice to know, that somebody needs you
and 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 your favourite lover
I'm not your favourite lover, and 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
(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

(Thanks to Linda for these lyrics)