The night doesn't like it
Looks just like your face on the moon, to me
And I won't let you do
What you want to do
It's funny how, even now
You're laughing
I won't let you do it
If you go, I'll let the law know
And they'll head you off when you touch the ground
Ooh, please, don't go through with this
I don't like the sound of it
It's funny how, even now
You're miles away
I won't let you do it
I won't let you do it
I won't let you go through with it
Meet them over at dover
I'll just pilot the motor
Take them over the water
With a hired plane
And no names mentioned
Tonight's the night of the flight
Before you know
I'll be over the water
Like a swallow
There's no risk
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight
Though pigs can fly
They'll never find me
Posing as the night
I'm home before the morning
In Malta, catch a swallow
For all of the guilty to let them free
Wings fill the window
And they beat and bleed
They hold the sky on the other side
Of borderlines
I won't let you do it
I won't let you do it
I won't let you go through with it
Meet them over at dover
I'll just pilot the motor
Take them over the water
Like a swallow flying to Malta
With a hired plane
And no names mentioned
Tonight's the night of the flight
Before you know
I'll be over the water
Like a swallow
There's no risk
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight
Though pigs can fly
They'll never find me
Posing as the night
I'm home before the morning
Give me a break
Ooh, let me fly
Give me something to show
For my miserable life
Something to take
Would you break even my wings
Like a swallow?
Let me, let me go
With a hired plane
And no names mentioned
Tonight's the night of the flight
Before you know
I'll be over the water
Like a swallow
There's no risk
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight
And though pigs can fly
They'll never find me
Posing as the night
And I'm home before the morning
Let me, let me go
With a hired plane
And no names mentioned
Tonight's the night of the flight
Before you know
I'll be over the water (let me, let me go)
Like a swallow
There's no risk
I'll whisk them up in no moonlight
And though pigs can fly
They'll never find me
Posing as the night
And I'm home before the morning (let me, let me go)
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