作曲 : Ward
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