Il testo della Cliches of the world

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 of 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 cliche
I'm gonna do tomorrow
What i did yesterday
It's such a dull routine
Somebody cut this scene
It's such a boring cliche
Live life, day to day
Seems so passe
Everything you hear and say
Just another cliche
Like an actor on a movie screen
Living out somebody 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

Life just slips away
People so blase
Every thing's a cliche
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 cliches of the world will bring him down
But still he's waiting for a change
Days drift into days
Life just slips away
Everything is passe
Every thing's a cliche
Yes it is
Yes it is
It's just an illusion
It's 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