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 street down obvious he's got things on his mind He shakes his head, pulls the blind
He writing a letter To it perfectly clear He's a man who's reached the end of his rope Expressing his doubts and his
In a world, feels so and afraid And disillusioned by the promises made a pity that it ended up this way Life is just a
I'm do tomorrow What I did such a dull routine, somebody cut this scene It's such a boring
life, day to day Seems so Everything you and say Just cliche
Like an actor on a movie Living out somebody else's Living out a misconception Reality, a false
It's such a life Without any
Days drift days 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 he's taken away by alien beings To another galaxy, deep in To a planet a man can live out his fantasies And experience pleasures
But morning comes and the realities of life Will his illusions And the cliches of the world bring him down But still waiting for a change
drift into days Life just away Everything is a cliche
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's an illusion just an illusion
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the over the motorway The man, with anger in his eyes Stands by the window, at the sky