The Arc of Your Mallet

Don't go anywhere without me...

Let nothing happen in the sky...

In this world or that world...

 

be that way with me.

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.

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