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? cos 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