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

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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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

Never going to get to France.