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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. From Letras Mania