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 street down It's obvious he's got things on his He shakes his head, pulls the blind
He starts a letter To it perfectly clear He's just a man reached the end of his rope his doubts and his fears
In a world, feels so lonely and And disillusioned by the promises they It's a that it ended up this way is just a cliche
I'm gonna do What I did It's such a dull routine, cut this scene It's such a boring
life, day to day Seems so Everything you and say another cliche
Like an actor on a screen Living out somebody else's Living out a misconception Reality, a false
It's such a wasted Without any
drift into days Life just away People so 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 up, safely away
In his dreams he's taken by alien beings To another galaxy, in space To a planet where a man can live out his And unimaginable pleasures
But morning comes and soon the realities of Will shatter his And the cliches of the world will him down But still he's for a change
Days drift days Life slips away Everything is Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's an illusion It's 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