Kim Wilde 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 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 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?