Scarlet boots, the kiss of death   Patience and the end of it   Blended angels, whispered love   Countdown until 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      My staring down the Eppley gate   Two more days before the plane arrives   And you'll be standing here with your smile   I'm carving up the lobby seat   Pushing down the caffeine drinks   Checking the arrival screens 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