Sunset the high-rise By a A man looks up at the sky An uneventful end to a day
of the man at the window Looking at the down below It's obvious he's got on his mind He shakes his head, pulls down the
He writing a letter To make it clear just a man who's reached the end of his rope Expressing his doubts and his
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 this It's a boring cliche
life, day to day Seems so Everything you and say Just another
Like an actor on a screen Living out somebody else's Living out a misconception Reality, a perception
It's such a wasted Without any
drift into days Life just slips People so Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is an illusion Just an
over the high-rise At the end of the day The man is asleep in his bed Tucked up, safely
In his dreams he's taken by alien beings To another galaxy, deep in To a planet where a man can live out his And unimaginable pleasures
But comes and soon the realities of life shatter his illusions And the of the world will bring him down But he's waiting for a change
Days into days Life just away is passe Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's just an It's an illusion
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the over the motorway The little man, with in his eyes by the window, looks at the sky