To France — текст песни (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 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. . . .