The Mask Rupert Holmes

Everyone in this place is selling something
Or selling themselves on someone new
And if a week goes by, I guess you and I will discover
What we look like
But, for the moment, what we view
Is the mask
We wear the mask
And the mask conceals us all too well:
We're believing the face we sell

Everyone in this place is buying something
Or taking a no-risk free home trial
But if you buy a line that's not even mine
What's the point in even talking?
So why don't we leave these lines awhile
'Cause here it comes—
It might be love—
But the mask is standing in the way
There are so many things to say . ..
Could be true
Could be me
Could be you

Tear the mask off
Tear the mask off
Tear it all off