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If I were really cold I'd set my cello on fire, |
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To keep warm, |
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I'd smash it into kindling, |
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Forgetting its a living thing, |
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With strings, |
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Made of veins, |
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Oh the body is a breathing thing, |
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It swells with the heat and rain, |
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Oh the body is a breathing thing, |
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Like yours. |
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I'd like to keep it warm, |
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Until the heat between us saves you. |
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If I were drowning id turn my poor cello into a boat, |
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I could use its bow to row my weakened body to the shore, |
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My clothes, |
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Could make a sail, |
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If the boat did fail, |
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To move far on its own. |
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But if I kill you I'm alone, |
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At night it gets so cold, |
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Until the heat, |
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Between us saves you, love |
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And oh cello your fire glows, |
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Oh - how it glows. |
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The ashes from your burning wood have blackened all the snow, |
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And oh - how it glows. |
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The ashes from your burning wood have blackened all the snow, |
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Until the heat burns between us melts it all. |
