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 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… .

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… .

I see a picture by the lamps flicker…

Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you… .

Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you… .

Never going to get to France. Mary Queen of chance will they find you… .