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