Sunset the high-rise By a A man looks up at the sky An uneventful end to a day
Close-up of the man at the Looking at the street down obvious he's got things on his mind He shakes his head, pulls down the
He writing a letter To make it perfectly He's just a man who's the end of his rope his doubts and his fears
In a world, feels so and afraid And disillusioned by the promises they It's a pity that it ended up way is just a cliche
I'm do tomorrow I did yesterday It's such a dull routine, cut this scene It's such a boring
life, day to day Seems so Everything you and say another cliche
Like an on a movie screen Living out somebody dream out a total misconception Reality, a false
It's such a life any conclusion
Days into days just slips away People so Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is Just an Just an
over the high-rise At the end of the day The man is asleep in his bed Tucked up, safely
In his dreams he's taken away by alien To another galaxy, in space To a planet where a man can out his fantasies And experience unimaginable
But morning and soon the realities of life shatter his illusions And the cliches of the world will him down But he's waiting for a change
drift into days Life just slips is passe Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's just an It's just an
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the over the motorway The little man, with in his eyes by the window, looks at the sky