Sunset the high-rise By a A little man up at the sky An end to a wasted day
Close-up of the man at the Looking at the street down It's obvious got things on his mind He his head, pulls down the blind
He writing a letter To it perfectly clear He's just a man who's reached the end of his Expressing his and his fears
In a world, so lonely and afraid And disillusioned by the promises made It's a pity that it ended up way Life is just a
I'm gonna do What I did 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 cliche
Like an on a movie screen Living out else's dream Living out a misconception Reality, a perception
It's a wasted life any conclusion
Days drift into Life just slips so blase Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is an illusion Just an
Moonlight the high-rise At the end of the day The man is asleep in his bed Tucked up, away
In his dreams he's taken away by beings To another galaxy, in space To a planet a man can live out his fantasies And experience pleasures
But comes and soon the realities of life Will his illusions And the of the world will bring him down But still he's for a change
drift into days Life slips away is passe Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is just an illusion It's an illusion
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the sunlight the motorway The man, with anger in his eyes by the window, looks at the sky