To France - Blind Guardian

Taking on water

Sailing a restless sea

Fom 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?

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

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?

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

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?

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

Never going to…

Never going to get to France

Never going to…

Never going to get to France

Never going to…