Florian Trout 歌词

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 ....