Sunset the high-rise By a A man looks 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 he's got things on his He shakes his head, pulls down the
He starts a letter To make it clear just a man who's reached the end of his rope Expressing his and his fears
In a world, feels so lonely and And disillusioned by the promises made It's a pity it ended up this way is just a cliche
I'm gonna do I did yesterday It's such a routine, somebody cut this scene It's such a cliche
life, day to day Seems so you hear and say Just another
Like an on a movie screen Living out else's dream Living out a misconception Reality, a false
It's a wasted life Without any
Days drift into Life just away so blase Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is Just an 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 away by alien beings To another galaxy, deep in To a planet where a man can out his fantasies And experience pleasures
But morning and soon the realities of life Will shatter his And the cliches of the will bring him down But he's waiting for a change
Days drift days just slips away Everything is a cliche
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's just an just an illusion
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the sunlight over the The little man, with anger in his Stands by the window, at the sky