Sunset over the By a A man looks up at the sky An end to a wasted day
of the man at the window Looking at the street down It's obvious got things on his mind He shakes his head, down the blind
He writing a letter To make it perfectly just a man who's reached the end of his rope Expressing his and his fears
In a world, so lonely and afraid And disillusioned by the promises made a pity that it ended up this way Life is a cliche
I'm do tomorrow What I did 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 actor on a movie out somebody else's dream Living out a total Reality, a perception
such a wasted life Without any
Days drift days just slips away People so Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is an illusion Just an
Moonlight over the At the end of the day The man is asleep in his bed up, safely away
In his dreams he's taken away by beings To another galaxy, in space To a planet where a man can out his fantasies And unimaginable pleasures
But morning and soon the realities of life shatter his illusions And the cliches of the world will him down But still waiting for a change
Days into days just slips away Everything is a cliche
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's an illusion just an illusion
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