Roger Glover - The Mask

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