Sunset over the high-rise,
By a motorway,
A little man looks up at the sky
An uneventful end to a wasted day
Close-up on the man at the window,
Looking at the street down below
It's obvious he's got things on his mind
He shakes his head, pulls down the blind

He start's writing a letter,
To make it perfectly clear
He's just a man who's reached the end of his rope,
Expressing his doubts and his fears
In a world, feels so lonely and afraid,
Disillusioned by the promises they made,
It's a pity that it ended up this way,
Life is just a cliché

I'm gonna do tomorrow
What i did yesterday
It's such a dull routine,
Somebody cut this scene,
It's such a boring cliché

Live life, day to day,
Seems so passé
Everything you hear and say,
Just another cliché

Like an actor on a movie screen,
Living out someone else's dream
Living out a total misconception,
Reality, a false perception

It's such a wasted life,
Without any conclusion

Days drift into days,
His life just slips away
People so blasé,
Everything's a cliché
Yes it is
Yes it is
Just an illusion
Just an illusion

Moonlight over the high-rise,
At the end of the day
The little man is asleep in his bed,
Tucked up, safely away

In his dreams he's taken away by alien beings to another
Galaxy, deep in space to a planet where a man can live
Out his fantasies, and experience unimaginable pleasures
But morning comes and soon the realities of life will
Shatter his illusions, and the clichés of the world will
Bring him down but still he's waiting for a change

Days drift into days,
His life just slips away
Everything is passé,
Everything's a cliché
Yes it is
Yes it is
Just an illusion
Just an illusion
Yes it is
Yes it is

See the sunlight over the motorway,
The little man, with anger in his eyes,
Stands by the window, looks at the sky