It’s later 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 from 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