Church - Florian Trout Lyrics
Florian trout was a distant boy, he lived in a very strange townWhere was he, you may well ask, when the widows house burned downIve seen his face in windows, his voice upon the windI felt his hand upon my shoulderI felt like I had sinnedTake your time, make your wayWatch your step, watch your stepSearched for him in nightmaresIve been led through the darkPostcards from a paradise with shadows and with sharksIn the furtive gestures, in the lightings flashOver static airways, detour round the crashTake your time...How deep is the deepest oceanHow high is the skyYou have love and sweet devotionI wonder why cant iFlorian trout was a brilliant mind gruesome in precisionAnalytic like a knife, sharp like an incisionBlue and purple in the night he goes about his businessSeldom even looking out into the silver distanceTake your time...Florian trout was a distant boy, he lived in a very strange townWhere was he, you may well ask, when the widows house burned downI wonder how he feels right now when evening shades are fallingLonely in his capsule with all of heaven callingHow deep is ....
