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