|
|
||||||||||||||
| Items |
|---|
|
Far from the islands. Sailing a restless sea Taking on water A fantasy From a memory. Into white water The wind carries |
|
|
|
Could a new romance ever bind you? Never going to get to France. Don't you know you're Never going to get to France. Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you? |
|
|
|
Searching for sanctuary. Stories unfold, you're Walking on foreign grounds Roaming in far off Over your shoulder Territory. Like a shadow |
|
|
|
Never going to get to France. You know you're Never going to get to France. Could a new romance ever bind you? Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you? |
|
|
|
Dreams fade and shimmer? Isn't it strange how I see a picture By the lamp's flicker. |
|
|
|
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you? Never going to get to France. Could a new romance ever bind you? Never going to get to France. |
|
|
|
I see a picture By the lamp's flicker. Isn't it strange how Dreams fade and shimmer? |
|
|
|
Never going to... Could a new romance ever bind you? Never going to... Never going to get to France. Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you? Never going to get to France. Never going to get to France. Never going to get to France. Never going to get to France. |
|
|
