I See Hawks In L.A. - Hallowed Ground lyrics

Hallowed ground was burning up my feet I was standing out in your street Right beneath your window Watching your candles glow Hallowed ground was burning up my soul I was halfway up the telephone pole I was calling out your name That hallowed ground will never be the same Hallowed ground, hallowed ground I'm standing making not a sound Hallowed ground, hallowed ground We got to get back on hallowed ground Well the romance went the usual way You're in the kitchen with nothing left to say There's a child and a mortgage sleeping in our bed I'm wide awake with these worries in my head After all the poems and the plans The recipes, the documents, the wedding bands Put Mike Stinson on the stereo These two lonely hearts need a place to go CHORUS Little bird outside our window You said listen, he never sings the same We listened for hours and hours Little bird flew us away to Our hallowed ground where our story began Let's make breakfast with our hallowed pots and pans The ridge has got a dusting of snow Let's pack up the little one and go Cause the little one has never seen the snow CHORUS