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.