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It's later on a Wednesday, the sun is going down |
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I'm standing naked by a swimming pool, there's no one around |
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My imagination wanders back, red dust is always there |
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We lay together in the jungle, and love was in the air |
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As I dive into the water, both time and motion freeze |
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I'm hanging there suspended like a feather in the breeze |
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Below is your reflection, like an image from the past |
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But I can't be sure if it's really you, 'cause you're wearing a tribal |
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Mask |
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Take it off, take off the mask, take it off, take off the mask |
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Take it off, take off the mask, take it off, take off the mask |
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There is no way of knowing how long I must remain |
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Dangling like a statue, and whispering your name |
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But suddenly it's over, and I begin to fall |
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But the swimming pool is empty now, no water there at all |
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I find myself in a room, empty and it's bare |
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With nothing but a mirror, and I know you're waiting there |
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I'm looking for an answer, but I don't know who to ask |
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I see my own reflection, but this time, I got the mask |
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I can't take it, I can't take it |
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I can't take it, I can't take it |
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Ah I can't take it, no |
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I can't take it, no, no |
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I can't take it, I can't take it |
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I can't take it, no, no, no |
