with a nine on the bortle we ve blown out the stars smashed all the lanterns to burn down the barns and with less than one hundredth in sight to guide us home after dark we re lost the streetlights have killed them the street lights have killed them we ve laid to rest gods in a tomb born of city lights and out in the flatlands we thought that we d found them but still the horizon did glow like a brush fire with a nine on the bortle we ve blown out the stars smashed all the lanterns to burn down the barns and the moon holds no purpose save pulling the tides on a planet encrusted in fluorescent lights smoke clouds have thickened to black out the stars the night sky is lit now by headlights of cars and the moon holds no purpose but pulling the tides anymore 300 miles we d sail off the coast to be reunited with the skies of our hosts and at night soon the rivers reflect nothing more than the moon 300 miles 300 miles out into the ocean we d sail to remember them 300 miles out into the ocean we d sail 