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.