The scarlet boots, the kiss of death
Patient in the end of it
Blended angles, whispered love
Countdown 'til it's gone for longVelvet voices, haunting slow
Darkended 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 place arrives
And you'll be standing here with your smileI'm carving up the lobby seats
Pushing down the cafe drinks
Checking the arrival screens for yourA hundred feet above the landing
There's a girl riding down
She's floating toward me now
Her sleeves are all stretching out
The magenta's following behind
Wake upRunners give a grinding halt
Last night left to spend apart
Your bags are packed by now for home
Stories of the tour unfoldYour booking agent's broken nose
Budding heads with creeping dolts
George and Velms are gone for weeks
Southern belles in London singSouthern belles in London sing
Songwriters
ANDREW PAUL PETERSEN, JACOB JOHN THIELE, MICHAEL WAYNE DAPPEN, CLARK ALAN BAECHLE, TODD EMIL BAECHLE, STEPHEN ANTHONY ST J HOVINGTONPublished by
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