There's An Arc

Don't you swing like a child,

In a tree, on a tire, in 85?

There's an arc that your feet will ride

On the way between hate and that Sunday fire

And that Sunday fire

You look so serious

Oh, you look so serious

The night is serving us

But you look so serious

This could be our reward

This could be it

This could be our reward

This could be it

This could be it

This simple Friday night

Where you're loosening your tie

But there's a tightness in your eyes

Oh, you look so serious

Why do you look so serious?

The night is serving us

And we're deserving it

And this could be our reward

This could be it

This could be our reward

This could be it

This could be all we're owed

All we're owed, all we're getting

This could be our reward

This could be it

This simple Friday night

Where you're loosening your tie

But there's a tightness in your eyes

'Cause if we swing like a child

Then we're always colliding this time of night

But our arcs, they could align

We could align! We could align!

And over gravity up comes this kicking child

This kicking child