Вершы: Church. 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