Sunset over the By a A little man up at the sky An end to a wasted day
of the man at the window Looking at the street 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 He's just a man who's reached the end of his Expressing his doubts and his
In a world, feels so lonely and And by the promises they made It's a pity that it up this way Life is a cliche
I'm do tomorrow What I did such a dull routine, somebody cut this scene It's a boring cliche
life, day to day Seems so Everything you and say Just another
Like an on a movie screen Living out somebody else's Living out a misconception Reality, a false
such a wasted life Without any
Days drift into Life just slips 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 little man is in his bed Tucked up, away
In his dreams he's taken by alien beings To galaxy, deep in space To a planet where a man can live out his And experience unimaginable
But morning comes and soon the of life Will his illusions And the cliches of the world will him down But still he's waiting for a
Days drift days Life just slips is passe Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's just an just an illusion
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the sunlight over the The little man, with in his eyes by the window, looks at the sky