9 On The Bortle (Sendejas/Flynn/Sendejas)

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.

Blow out the candles, blow out the candles
Throw on the light switch and bask in the fluorescent glow
We're guided by satellites, we don't need stars anymore, can;t see stars anymore

Chorus
With a 9 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 streetlights 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 brushfire

Chorus 2
With a 9 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.

Chorus 1

300 miles, 300 miles out into the ocean we'd sail to remember them
300 miles out into the ocean we'd sail