In The Dust

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