175. Mike Oldfield To France

Текст песни "175. Mike Oldfield — To France"

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

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 lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how dreams fade and shimmer?

Never going to get to France