Cliches of the World (B-Movie)

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 starts 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