Strips - Playground

See the pretty boy
With the pretty girl
Cherry-picking treasures
Fly around the world
Land inside a picture
A piece of paradise
With money in your pocket
Everything has got its price
I don't think that it's a playground
Or a giant arcade
There's nothing on the mountain
So leave it that way
There's nothing on the island
There's nothing on the shore
No I don't think that it's a playground any more
See the holy stones
Open up the cave
Footprints on the coral
Bubbles on the waves
Tyre tracks on the delta
On centuries of sand
Look out Mother Nature
We're coming in to land
Well I don't think that it's a playground
Or a giant arcade
There's nothing on the mountain
So just leave it that way
There's nothing on the island
There's nothing on the shore
I don't think that it's a playground any more
Looking for adventure? Looking for a high?
Make a mountain out of landfill, ski down the side
Seen everything? Been everywhere?
In the face of ancient customs, we have nothing to declare
See the virgin snow
Where it meets the stars
Only trees and shadows
Dare to make a mark
Angels on the hillside
Standing holding hands
They took a vow of silence
They're doing what they can
I don't think that it's a playground
Or a giant arcade
There's nothing on the mountain
I like it better that way
There's nothing on the island
There's nothing on the shore
I don't think that it's a playground any more
Any more

Written by:
PHILIP JAMES BIRD, RICHARD HALEY CHENHALL

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