To France

Editor Melodyseeker

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. . . .

Never going to get to France

Could a new romance ever bind 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

Never going to get to France

Could a new romance ever bind 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. . . .

Never going to get to France

Could a new romance ever bind you

Never going to get to France

Never going to

Never going to get to France

Never going to

Never going to get to France

Never going to get to France