Sunset over the 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 down below obvious he's got things on his mind He shakes his head, down the blind
He writing a letter 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 lonely and And disillusioned by the they made a pity that it ended up this way Life is just a
I'm do tomorrow What I did It's such a dull routine, somebody cut scene It's such a cliche
life, day to day Seems so Everything you and say another cliche
Like an on a movie screen Living out else's dream Living out a total Reality, a false
It's a wasted life Without any
drift into days Life slips away People so a cliche
Yes, it is Yes, it is Just an an illusion
Moonlight over the At the end of the day The little man is in his bed up, safely away
In his dreams he's taken away by alien To another galaxy, in space To a where a man can live out his fantasies And experience pleasures
But morning and soon the realities of life Will his illusions And the cliches of the will bring him down But he's waiting for a change
drift into days Life just away Everything is Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's an illusion just an illusion
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the sunlight over the The little man, anger in his eyes by the window, looks at the sky