Playground '95, here where you read me blind Cowboys, pistols, and a little princess Vain hope to snatch a piece of the pie Though I claim a streak of your shine I stick to my guns And I'm tired of proving you wrong I further my sight Sometimes in two minds And everything falls into place Flip a coin and switch the line You face away, stray thoughts remain Playground '95, here with you by my side Cowboys, pistols and a little princess Just snatch a piece, no need to hide