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...
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 ....
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Cow-shirt in midsummer sun
I must have been mad
But I gave you all the bread that I had
Your mother's a freak
She made me weak in my knees
You're under her thumb
Why don't you pack your bags and run
Isn't it sad
I pity you now I'm not there
I hope you pull through
But you're locked in your social zoo
I tried to re-arrange your head
And show you where you were
But you were too sick
Then your mother bust her guf
And tried to make me think like her
But I was too quick
You thought I was hooked
Showing me off to your fr