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 ....