Southern Belles in London Sing Lyrics

Scarlet boots, the kiss of death
Patience and the end of it
Blended angels, whispered love
Countdown til it's gone, for long
Velvet voices, haunting slow
Darkened notes, with bright decor
Georgian femmes are gone for weeks
Southern belles in London sing

I'm staring down the Eppley gate
Two more days before the plane arives - and you'll be standing here with your smile
I'm carving up the lobby seats
Pushing down the caffeine drinks
Checking the arrival screen for yours

A hundred feet above the landing
There's a girl gliding down
She's floating toward me now
Her sleeves are all stretching out
And the jet is following behind

(Wake up)

London skids a grinding halt
Last night left to spend apart
Your bags are packed by now for home
Stories of the tour unfold
Booking agents
Broken nose
Butting heads with creeping dolts
Georgian femmes are gone for weeks
Southern belles in London sing

Southern belles in London sing