Sunset the high-rise By a A man looks up at the sky An end to a wasted day
of the man at the window Looking at the down below obvious he's got things on his mind He shakes his head, down the blind
He starts a letter To make it perfectly He's just a man reached the end of his rope Expressing his and his fears
In a world, so lonely and afraid And by the promises they made It's a pity it ended up this way is just a cliche
I'm gonna do What I did It's such a dull routine, somebody cut this It's such a cliche
life, day to day Seems so you hear and say Just another
Like an actor on a screen Living out somebody else's out a total misconception Reality, a false
such a wasted life Without any
Days drift days just slips away 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, away
In his he's taken away by alien beings To another galaxy, deep in To a planet where a man can live out his And experience pleasures
But morning comes and the realities of life Will shatter his And the cliches of the will bring him down But he's waiting for a change
Days into days Life just slips Everything is Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is just an illusion It's an illusion
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the over the motorway The little man, anger in his eyes Stands by the window, at the sky