歌曲 | There's an Arc |
歌手 | Hey Rosetta! |
专辑 | Into Your Lungs |
下载 | 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 |