Light Pollution

Light yourself a ciggie
 Then drive through the city
 Watch the birds lost in flight
 If you indulge in the frenzy
 Then straying is easy
 They're blinded by our lights
 Rows of poles
 A crowd of moles
 They're searching
 For direction
 Vanishing goals
 The night unfolds
 We're begging
 For salvation
 A rain of coal
 They hit the soil
 And we blame it on light pollution
 Knowing these streets
 Well, they're shaped by our feet
 But it's still an alien sight
 And I can't seem to fit
 In, I'm fighting my habit
 Of designing altered plights
 Neighbourhoods
 Of concrete woods
 And I'm searching
 For direction
 Changing my mood
 Where you once stood
 And we're begging
 For salvation
 Ride a cloud
 Before your blood
 Adds to light pollution