Florian Trout

<br>Florian Trout was a distant boy, he lived in a very strange town<br>Where was he, you may well ask, when the widow`s house burned down<br>I`ve seen his face in windows, his voice upon the wind<br>I felt his hand upon my shoulder<br>I felt like I had sinned<br><br>Take your time, make your way<br>Watch your step, watch your step<br><br>Searched for him in nightmares<br>I`ve been led through the dark<br>Postcards from a paradise with shadows and with sharks<br>In the furtive gestures, in the lighting`s flash<br>Over static airways, detour round the crash<br><br>Take your time...<br><br>How deep is the deepest ocean<br>How high is the sky<br>You have love and sweet devotion<br>I wonder why can`t I<br><br>Florian Trout was a brilliant mind gruesome in precision<br>Analytic like a knife, sharp like an incision<br>Blue and purple in the night he goes about his business<br>Seldom even looking out into the silver distance<br><br>Take your time...<br><br>Florian Trout was a distant boy, he lived in a very strange town<br>Where was he, you may well ask, when the widow`s house burned down<br>I wonder how he feels right now when evening shades are falling<br>Lonely in his capsule with all of heaven calling<br><br>How deep is ....