The masquerade is over
No more games to play
Wipe off that painted smile
Put on a brave face
Walking these streets
Begging for a little more
Is no real way to live
What was it all for
In the cold light of morning
We won't have to play the part
We'll slip back into our skin
And learn who we really are
Who we really are
All over town
Heroes are hanging up their capes
No demons left to fight
No innocents to save
The grease paint's put away
The disguise is on the floor
Is there anything at all
Left of us anymore
In the cold light of morning
We won't have to play the part
We'll slip back into our skin
And learn who we really are
Who we really are
In the cold light of morning
We won't have to play the part
We'll slip back into our skin
And learn who we really are
Who we really are
