Woorden: Blind Guardian. The Forgotten Tales. 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

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

Never going to get to France
Never going to
Never going to get to France
Never going to