"TO FRANCE". 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
[ chorus ]
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
[ repeat chorus ]
I see a picture
by the lamp's flicker.
isn't it strange
how dreams fade and shimmer?
[ repeat chorus ]
I see a picture
by the lamp's flicker.
isn't it strange
how dreams fade and shimmer?
[ repeat chorus ]
Never going to get to france.