If I were really cold I'd set my cello on fire,nto keep warm,nI'd smash it into kindling,nforgetting its a living thing,nwith strings,nmade of veins,noh the body is a breathing thing,nit swells with the heat and rain,noh the body is a breathing thing,nlike yours.nI'd like to keep it warm,nuntil the heat between us saves you.nnIf I were drowning id turn my poor cello into a boat,nI could use its bow to row my weakened body to the shore,nmy clothes,ncould make a sail,nif the boat did fail,nto move far on its own.nBut if I kill you I'm alone,nat night it gets so cold,nuntil the heat,nbetween us saves you, lovennAnd oh cello your fire glows,noh - how it glows.nThe ashes from your burning wood have blackened all the snow,nand oh - how it glows.nThe ashes from your burning wood have blackened all the snow,nuntil the heat burns between us melts it all.