| 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 have made |
| Hardly perfect timing for what he doesn’t know |
| I’m going to have to wake you then I’m going to have to go |
| Go into the playground… |
| You and me, we cannot grow up |
| We can commit adultery |
| Go into 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 |
| Into the playground… |
| You and me, we cannot grow up |
| We can commit adultery |
| Into 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 going to hit on me |
| I could regret it, I should forget it |
| It will wrestle me down if I let it |
| Into the playground… |
| You and me, we cannot grow up |
| We can commit adultery |
| Into the playground… |
| You and me, we cannot grow up |
| We can commit adultery |
| Staring at your jewellery and your history |
| And 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 Into the playground… |
| You and me, we cannot grow up |
| We can commit adultery |
| Into the playground… |
| You and me, we cannot grow up |
| We can commit adultery |
| Into the playground… |
| You and me, we cannot grow up |
| We can commit adultery |
| Adultery… |
| Adultery… |
| Adultery… |
| Adultery. |