Testo: Heart. Bebe Le Strange. Pilot.

Doesn't it look good for flying Can't wait for high noon to fall into night Put out my arms the air just takes me Rising moon calls me into the sky Up, up I go Searching on my radio Pilot through time Spirit flying Move with mine Out of time Pilot I fell through From the blue I just flew Into you If the air is high and I hear the moon I'll find you alright Wherever you're hiding in the night I know it won't be long Your signal's getting strong Pilot through time Spirit flying Move with mine Out of time Pilot I fell through From the blue I just flew Into you