| Song | There's an Arc |
| Artist | Hey Rosetta! |
| Album | Into Your Lungs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : 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 |
| zuò qǔ : 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 |