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 down below It's obvious he's got things on his He shakes his head, pulls down the
He starts writing a To make it clear He's a man who's reached the end of his rope his doubts and his fears
In a world, so lonely and afraid And by the promises they made It's a pity that it ended up way Life is just a
I'm gonna do I did yesterday It's such a dull routine, somebody cut this It's a boring cliche
life, day to day Seems so you hear and say Just another
Like an actor on a movie Living out else's dream out a total misconception Reality, a perception
It's such a wasted any conclusion
Days drift days Life just away so blase Everything's a
Yes, it is Yes, it is an illusion Just an
Moonlight the high-rise At the end of the day The little man is in his bed up, safely away
In his he's taken away by alien beings To galaxy, deep in space To a where a man can live out his fantasies And unimaginable pleasures
But morning comes and soon the realities of shatter his illusions And the cliches of the world will him down But he's waiting for a change
Days drift into Life slips away Everything is a cliche
Yes, it is Yes, it is It's just an It's an illusion
Yes, it is Yes, it is
See the over the motorway The man, with anger in his eyes by the window, looks at the sky