On Earth Sundays

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

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