Sunset over the 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 It's obvious he's got on his mind He his head, pulls down the blind
He starts writing a To make it perfectly He's a man who's reached the end of his rope Expressing his doubts and his
In a world, so lonely and afraid And by the promises they made It's a pity it ended up this way Life is a cliche
I'm do tomorrow What I did It's such a dull routine, somebody cut scene 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 else's dream out a total misconception Reality, a false
It's a wasted life Without any
Days drift days Life slips away so blase Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is Just an Just an
over the high-rise 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 live out his And experience unimaginable
But morning and soon the realities of life Will his illusions And the cliches of the will bring him down But still he's for a change
Days drift into Life 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, with in his eyes Stands by the window, at the sky