would you give me your lung if i needed a lung if my breath draws shallow in the winter would you hand me your heart if i needed a start pumping blood through this november would you give me your tongue if i needed a tongue if my voice cracks whispering my troubles would you pass me your eyes if mine turn a little blind they've been open for so long most things i'll never know but i know all things must come and go we're here right now would you cut off your ears if i needed them to hear the thumping pattern of your heart beat would you build me a fire by the adalaide briar burn our madness out for a while would you give me a hand if i needed a hand if mine freeze up in the stormy weather would you bury my burden and cover it with curtain its been standing for so long