Sundays On Earth
& she's walking on the edge of a knife & she knows it's the death of her Sarah you live & you learn you're invisible & 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? & 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" & I say when you're hoping for some more from your life shouldn't wonder you've had enough & in my town sounds of England swallow you down & a heaven on earth is all ours but not now I tell you when a heaven on earth is all ours come on down
