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 below obvious he's got things on his mind He shakes his head, pulls the blind
He starts writing a To make it clear just a man who's reached the end of his rope Expressing his and his fears
In a world, feels so and afraid And disillusioned by the promises they It's a that it ended up this way Life is a cliche
I'm gonna do What I did It's such a dull routine, somebody cut this It's a boring cliche
life, day to day Seems so Everything you and say another cliche
Like an actor on a movie out somebody else's dream Living out a total Reality, a perception
such a wasted life Without any
Days into days Life slips away so blase Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is Just an an illusion
Moonlight over the At the end of the day The man is asleep in his bed Tucked up, away
In his dreams he's away by alien beings To another galaxy, in space To a planet a man can live out his fantasies And experience pleasures
But morning and soon the realities of life Will shatter his And the cliches of the world will bring him But he's waiting for a change
Days drift into Life just slips is passe Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's just an just an illusion
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the sunlight the motorway The man, with anger in his eyes Stands by the window, at the sky