Lyrics The Sundays

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? 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