Lyrics There's An Arc - Hey Rosetta!

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
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