By August we were built to hold
Hot bodies in four cottage walls
Sweaty in love
Sweaty in love
Room by room we scoped it out
Patched cracks and late night spats
Steady in love
Steady in love
When November came
We found that locked-in space
A coffin-sized, secret place
Deep in the hollow
You're a desperado on a Schwinn
Weavin' out and weavin' in
Open your gate
Before it's too late
I'm a wannabe rancher in the 'burbs
Stay off my land and no one gets hurt
Open your gate
Before it's too late
Then snow packed us in
St. Valentine's fateful scheme
I burrowed in your warm, ample hands
Deep in the hollow
Four litters of feral cats
In March, we carried home his ashes
And hung the ladder to the moon
Deep in the hollow
This August we're built to hold
Hot bodies in four cottage walls
Sweaty in love
Sweaty in love
That day he sends it down
A ladder to the moon so round
We'll climb forever bound
Riding cycles through nebula clouds
Deep in the hollow
