Florian Trout — текст песни (The Church)

Florian Trout was a distant boy, he lived in a very strange town
Where was he, you may well ask, when the widow`s house burned down
I`ve seen his face in windows, his voice upon the wind
I felt his hand upon my shoulder
I felt like I had sinned

Take your time, make your way
Watch your step, watch your step

Searched for him in nightmares
I`ve been led through the dark
Postcards from a paradise with shadows and with sharks
In the furtive gestures, in the lighting`s flash
Over static airways, detour round the crash

Take your time...

How deep is the deepest ocean
How high is the sky
You have love and sweet devotion
I wonder why can`t I

Florian Trout was a brilliant mind gruesome in precision
Analytic like a knife, sharp like an incision
Blue and purple in the night he goes about his business
Seldom even looking out into the silver distance

Take your time...

Florian Trout was a distant boy, he lived in a very strange town
Where was he, you may well ask, when the widow`s house burned down
I wonder how he feels right now when evening shades are falling
Lonely in his capsule with all of heaven calling

How deep is ....