Sunset the high-rise By a A little man up at the sky An uneventful end to a day
Close-up of the man at the Looking at the down below obvious he's got things on his mind He shakes his head, down the blind
He starts writing a To it perfectly clear He's just a man 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 pity that it ended up way Life is a cliche
I'm gonna do I did yesterday It's such a dull routine, somebody cut this It's such a boring
life, day to day Seems so you hear and say Just cliche
Like an actor on a screen Living out somebody else's Living out a misconception Reality, a false
It's such a life any conclusion
Days drift days Life just away 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 away by alien beings To another galaxy, in space To a planet a man can live out his fantasies And experience unimaginable
But comes and soon the realities of life Will shatter his And the cliches of the world will bring him But still he's for a change
Days drift into just slips away Everything is a cliche
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's just an It's an illusion
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the sunlight the motorway The little man, anger in his eyes by the window, looks at the sky