There's An Arc - Hey Rosetta!

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

You look so serious

Oh, you look so serious

The night is serving us But you look so serious

And 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

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 all we’re owed)

(All we’re owed, all we’re getting)

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