The Arc of Your Mallet

Don't go anywhere without me...
Let nothing happen in the sky...
Apart from me...Or on the ground...
In this world or that world...

The way that the nightknows itself with the moon,
be that way with me.
And the way that the rosegrows and blooms beside the thorn,
be that way with me.
'Cause you know I'm gonna be there,
In the arc of your mallet.
Moving, through the arc of your mallet.
Breathing, in the arc of your mallet, my love.

So what was in your candle light
that opened and consumed me?
I drank the water from your spring
and let your current take me.
And like the earth beneath that old cypress tree,
you made me strong and straight.
Now I can feel it in my chestevery moment when I'm with you.
'Cause you know I'm gonna be there,in the arc of your mallet.
Moving, through the arc of your mallet.
Breathing, in the arc of your mallet, my love.
So hold me on this cold September day,
Let's harvest all those seeds of love we laid
Across the sloping mountain's fields, we climbed,
Where the blushing grapes hang heavy off the summer vines.
Barefoot, crushing skins and must,
Let's harvest all these seeds of trust.
Where the budding yeast meets the sugarcane,
We're gonna blend our blood into the finest wine