| Punch myself and still my eyes won’t open |
| Lying there and listening to you breathe |
| Dog-eared airport novels |
| How-to-do-it magazines |
| Noises of the ocean will remind me of these scenes |
| Lying there just staring at your back |
| Tracing the rivers and the valleys that the sheets had made |
| Hardly perfect timing, for what he doesn’t know |
| I’m gonna have to wake you, then I’m gonna have to go |
| In the playground, you and me |
| We cannot grow up, we can commit adultery |
| In the playground, you and me |
| We cannot grow up, we can commit adultery |
| Glancing at the sunlight on your necklace |
| Thinking about the chains that didn’t show |
| I’ll mail this to you someday |
| Perhaps it isn’t fair |
| I will find a precious thing, for you and I to share |
| In the playground, you and me |
| We cannot grow up, we can commit adultery |
| In the playground, you and me |
| We cannot grow up, we can commit adultery |
| Now every single star in the night sky’s coming down |
| And that one there is gonna hit on me |
| I could regret it, I should forget it |
| It will wrestle me down if I let it |
| In the playground, you and me |
| We cannot grow up, we can commit adultery |
| In the playground, you and me |
| We cannot grow up, we can commit adultery |
| Staring at your jewellery and your history |
| Memories all blu-tacked on the wall |
| They keep on falling down, they leave without a sound |
| I’m terrified to phone you and I want to come around |
| Go in the playground, you and me |
| We cannot grow up, we can commit adultery |
| In the playground, you and me |
| We cannot grow up, we can commit adultery |
| In the playground, you and me |
| We cannot grow up, we can commit adultery |
| Adultery |
| Adultery |
| Adultery |
| Adultery |