the sundays
on earth
And she's walking on the edge of a knife  And she knows it's the death of her  Sarah you live & you learn you're invisible  And she's walking on the edge of a crowd  Late at night you can never tell   Town from town Sounds of England swallow you down  Makes you want to laugh  Could a heaven on earth be ours here & now?   And she says "what's in my palm?  Read between the lines Give me something to savour Can you do that? 'cause I'll believe anything   And I say When you're hoping for some more from your life  Shouldn't wonder you've had enough  And in my town  Sounds of England swallow you down  And a heaven on earth is all ours but not now  I tell you when a heaven on earth is all ours  Come on down