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