Lyrics:

Meanwhile the night turns the story into drama
The clowns to ghosts and the lawmen to thievs
I'm sitting alone
On the top of the church
Under the clock-tower roof
I get some hours of trust
When I am here in the dust
And picture the world form a little above
In the dust, from a little above
The world sleeps safe on her pillow now, ma'm
And the wind plays with leaves on the staircase below
And just like the wind
I had a playmate who coped
When life felt hard and unjust
And we're here in the dust
And pictured the world from a little above
In the dust, from a little above
So if you are young
And almost out of regret
Stay forever young
'cause sparkling youth go to rust
When you are here in the dust
And picture the world from a little above
In the dust, I'm ringin' the bell for my missing companion
In the dust, you could have been free, well maybe you are now
In the dust, you know I never will be