To France - Mike Oldfield

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 blind 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 blind 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

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

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