Florian Trout

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, make your way

Watch your step, watch your step



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, make your way

Watch your step, watch your step



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 the deepest ocean

How high is the sky

You have love and sweet devotion

I wonder why can't I