I See Hawks In L.A. - Hallowed Ground Lyrics
I was standing out in your streetRight beneath your windowWatching your candles glowHallowed ground was burning up my soulI was halfway up the telephone poleI was calling out your nameThat hallowed ground will never be the sameHallowed ground, hallowed groundI’m standing making not a soundHallowed ground, hallowed groundWe got to get back on hallowed groundWell the romance went the usual wayYou’re in the kitchen with nothing left to sayThere’s a child and a mortgage sleeping in our bedI’m wide awake with these worries in my headAfter all the poems and the plansThe recipes, the documents, the wedding bandsPut Mike Stinson on the stereoThese two lonely hearts need a place to goCHORUSLittle bird outside our windowYou said listen, he never sings the sameWe listened for hours and hoursLittle bird flew us away toOur hallowed ground where our story beganLet’s make breakfast with our hallowed pots and pansThe ridge has got a dusting of snowLet’s pack up the little one and goCause the little one has never seen the snowCHORUS
