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 down below It's obvious he's got things on his He shakes his head, pulls the blind
He writing a letter To make it clear just a man who's reached the end of his rope Expressing his doubts and his
In a world, feels so lonely and And disillusioned by the they made a pity that it ended up this way Life is a cliche
I'm gonna do I did yesterday It's such a dull routine, somebody cut scene It's a boring cliche
life, day to day Seems so you hear and say Just another
Like an on a movie screen out somebody else's dream Living out a total Reality, a false
It's such a life any conclusion
Days drift days just slips away People so a cliche
Yes, it is Yes, it is Just an Just an
over the high-rise At the end of the day The little man is in his bed Tucked up, away
In his dreams he's away by alien beings To another galaxy, in space To a planet where a man can out his fantasies And experience unimaginable
But morning comes and soon the realities of shatter his illusions And the of the world will bring him down But still waiting for a change
Days into days Life slips away Everything is Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's just an It's an illusion
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the sunlight over the The little man, with in his eyes by the window, looks at the sky