To France (Christmas Edit) - Kim Wilde

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?