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