Taking on water
Sailing a restless sea from a memory
A fantasy.
The wind carries into white water

Far from the islands
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 bind you.
Walking on foreign grounds like a shadow

Roaming in far off territory over your shoulder stories unfold

Your searching for sanctuary
You know you're
Never going to get to France. Mary Oueen of chance will they find you. . . .
I see a picture by the lamps flicker

Isn't it strange how dreams fade and shimmer.
Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .
I see a picture by the lamps flicker
. . .
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. Mary Queen of chance will they find you. . . .