The scarlet boots, the kiss of death
Patient in the end of it
Blended angels, whispered love
Countdown 'til it's gone for longVelvet voices, haunting slow
Darkened notes with bright decor
George and Velms are gone for weeks
Southern belles in London singI'm staring down the Epley Gate
Two more days before the plane arrives
And you'll be standing here with your smile
I'm carving up the lobby seats
Pushing down the caffeine drinks
Checking the arrival screens for yourA hundred feet above the landing
There's a girl gliding down
She's floating toward me now
Her sleeves are all stretching out
The magenta's following behind
Wake up
London skid's a grinding halt
Last night left to spend apart
Your bags are packed by now for home
Stories of the tour unfold
Your booking agent's broken nose
Butting heads with creeping dolts
George and Velms are gone for weeks
Southern belles in London sing
Southern belles in London sing
