Текст песни The Church - Florian Trout
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Florian Trout was a distant boy, he lived in a very strange townWhere was he, you may well ask, when the widow`s house burned downI`ve seen his face in windows, his voice upon the windI felt his hand upon my shoulderI felt like I had sinnedTake your time, make your wayWatch your step, watch your stepSearched for him in nightmaresI`ve been led through the darkPostcards from a paradise with shadows and with sharksIn the furtive gestures, in the lighting`s flashOver static airways, detour round the crashTake your time...How deep is the deepest oceanHow high is the skyYou have love and sweet devotionI wonder why can`t IFlorian Trout was a brilliant mind gruesome in precisionAnalytic like a knife, sharp like an incisionBlue and purple in the night he goes about his businessSeldom even looking out into the silver distanceTake your time...Florian Trout was a distant boy, he lived in a very strange townWhere was he, you may well ask, when the widow`s house burned downI wonder how he feels right now when evening shades are fallingLonely in his capsule with all of heaven callingHow deep is ....