Sunset the high-rise By a A man looks up at the sky An end to a wasted day
Close-up of the man at the Looking at the street below It's obvious he's got things on his He shakes his head, pulls the blind
He starts writing a 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 and afraid And disillusioned by the they made It's a that it ended up this way Life is a cliche
I'm gonna do I did yesterday It's such a dull routine, cut this scene such a boring cliche
life, day to day Seems so Everything you and say another cliche
Like an actor on a screen Living out somebody dream out a total misconception Reality, a false
It's such a life any conclusion
Days into days just slips away People so a cliche
Yes, it is Yes, it is Just an an illusion
Moonlight over the At the end of the day The little man is in his bed Tucked up, away
In his dreams he's taken away by beings To another galaxy, deep in To a planet where a man can out his fantasies And experience pleasures
But morning comes and the realities of life shatter his illusions And the cliches of the world will him down But he's waiting for a change
drift into days Life slips away is passe Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's an illusion It's just an
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the sunlight over the The little man, with in his eyes Stands by the window, at the sky