Sunset the high-rise By a A little man up at the sky An uneventful end to a day
of the man at the window Looking at the street down 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 doubts and his
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 cliche
life, day to day Seems so you hear and say Just cliche
Like an actor on a movie Living out else's dream out a total misconception Reality, a false
It's a wasted life any conclusion
Days into days Life slips away so blase a cliche
Yes, it is Yes, it is Just an Just an
Moonlight over the At the end of the day The little man is in his bed Tucked up, safely
In his dreams he's taken away by alien To another galaxy, deep in To a planet where a man can live out his And unimaginable pleasures
But morning comes and the realities of life Will shatter his And the cliches of the world will him down But still waiting for a change
Days into days Life just slips Everything is Everything's a
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 little man, with in his eyes Stands by the window, at the sky