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 ground,
Like a shadow,
Roaming in far off
Territory.
Over your shoulder,
Stories unfold, you're
Searching for sanctuary.
You know you're

I see a picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?

I see a picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?

Never going to get to France.
Never going to...