The night sky, it seems so bare,
but in truth all the stars are there.
We’ve expanded the vacuum
with our incandescent light,
we kidnapped the nature of the night.
Oh the nature of night
was kidnapped by our light.
We kidnapped the nature of the night.
We should know better than we think,
but our internal rhythms are out of sync.
What hour do I wait again,
to catch up with my circadian?
Can you hear the cicadas
over the roar of the stadium?
Fight or flight,
if you do dare.
But without a star in sight,
to guide you on your flight,
how will you know which way or where?
‘Cause the Great Magnetic North, it always changes,
and to not know how to proceed forth could be so dangerous.
We’re strangers with the stars,
even with Polaris.
We kidnapped the night
with our use of the light
and we rendered ourselves useless…
…we’ve been so careless.