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
Im standing making not a sound

Hallowed ground hallowed ground
We got to get back on hallowed ground


Well the romance went the usual way
Youre in the kitchen with nothing left to say
Theres a child and a mortgage sleeping in our bed

Im 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


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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

Lets make breakfast with our hallowed pots and pans
The ridge has got a dusting of snow
Lets pack up the little one and go

Cause the little one has never seen the snow

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