On Earth - The Sundays

And she’s walkin' on the edge of a knife

And she knows it’s the death of her, Sarah

Sarah, you live and you learn, you’re invisible

And she’s walkin' 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

Love you wondering love

Could a Heaven on Earth be ours

Here and now?

And she says, «What's in my palm?

Read between the lines

Give me something to savor

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