Ashes From Your Burning Wood

If I were really cold I'd set my cello on fire,
to keep warm,
I'd smash it into kindling,
forgetting its a living thing,
with strings,
made of veins,
oh the body is a breathing thing,
it swells with the heat and rain,
oh the body is a breathing thing,
like yours.
I'd like to keep it warm,
until the heat between us saves you.

If I were drowning id turn my poor cello into a boat,
I could use its bow to row my weakened body to the shore,
my clothes,
could make a sail,
if the boat did fail,
to move far on its own.
But if I kill you I'm alone,
at night it gets so cold,
until the heat,
between us saves you, love

And oh cello your fire glows,
oh - how it glows.
The ashes from your burning wood have blackened all the snow,
and oh - how it glows.
The ashes from your burning wood have blackened all the snow,
until the heat burns between us melts it all.