To France

Taking on water, sailing a restless sea. From a memory of fantasy. The wind travels into white water. Far from the highlands. Don't you know you're never going to get to France. Mary Queen of Chance. Will they find you? Never going to get to France. Could a new romance ever find you? Walking on foreign ground like a shadow. Roaming in far off territory. Over your shoulder, stories unfold. You're searching for sanctuary. You know you're never going to get to France. Mary Queen of Chance. Will they find you? Never going to get to France. Could a new romance ever find you? I see the picture By the lamp's flicker. Isn't it strange those Dreams fade and shimmer? Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of Chance. Will they find you? Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of Chance. Will they find you? Never going to get to France. Could a new romance ever find you? Never gonna get to France. Taking on water.