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