Letra da Música The Mask de Roger Glover

It's late on a Wednesday, the sun is going down,
I'm standing naked by a swimming pool, there's no one around,
my imagination wanders back, red dust is always there
we lay together in the jungle, and love was in the air.

As I dive into the water, both time and motion freeze,
I'm hanging there suspended like a feather in the breeze,
below is your reflection, like an image in the past
but I can't be sure if it's really you 'cos you're wearing a tribal mask.

Take it off...take of the mask

I have no way of knowing how long I must remain
dangling like a statue, and whispering your name,
but suddenly it's over, and I begin to fall
but the swimming pool is empty now, no water there at all.

I find myself in a room, empty and it's bare
with nothing but a mirror, and I know you're waiting there,
I'm looking for an answer but I don't know who to ask
I see my own reflection, but this time, I got the mask.

I can't take it, I can't take it

Take it off...take of the mask