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.