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.