Sunset over the By a A man looks up at the sky An end to a wasted day
Close-up of the man at the Looking at the street down It's he's got things on his mind He shakes his head, pulls down the
He starts a letter To it perfectly clear He's just a man who's reached the end of his Expressing his doubts and his
In a world, feels so and afraid And disillusioned by the promises made It's a pity that it up this way Life is a cliche
I'm gonna do I did yesterday It's such a routine, somebody cut this scene It's a boring cliche
life, day to day Seems so you hear and say Just another
an actor on a movie screen Living out somebody dream Living out a total Reality, a perception
such a wasted life Without any
Days drift into Life just away so blase Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is an illusion Just an
Moonlight the high-rise At the end of the day The man is asleep in his bed Tucked up, safely
In his he's taken away by alien beings To another galaxy, deep in To a planet where a man can out his fantasies And experience unimaginable
But morning comes and soon the realities of Will his illusions And the cliches of the will bring him down But still he's waiting for a
Days into days Life slips away is passe Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is just an illusion It's just an
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the over the motorway The little man, anger in his eyes by the window, looks at the sky