Sunset the high-rise By a A man looks up at the sky An uneventful end to a day
of the man at the window Looking at the down below It's he's got things on his mind He shakes his head, pulls down the
He starts writing a To it perfectly clear He's just a man reached the end of his rope his doubts and his fears
In a world, so lonely and afraid And disillusioned by the promises they It's a pity that it up this way Life is just a
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 cliche
Like an actor on a movie Living out else's dream Living out a misconception Reality, a false
such a wasted life Without any
drift into days Life slips away 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 taken away by alien beings To galaxy, deep in space To a where a man can live out his fantasies And unimaginable pleasures
But morning comes and the realities of life shatter his illusions And the cliches of the world will bring him But still he's waiting for a
Days into days Life just slips Everything is a cliche
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's just an just 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