Southern Belles In London Sing Lyrics - The Faint

The scarlet boots, the kiss of death 

Patient in the end of it 

Blended angles, whispered love 

Countdown 'til it's gone for long 

Velvet voices, haunting slow 

Darkended notes with bright decor 

George and Velms are gone for weeks 

Southern belles in London sing 

I'm staring down the Epley Gate 

Two more days before the place arrives 

And you'll be standing here with your smile 

I'm carving up the lobby seats 

Pushing down the cafe drinks 

Checking the arrival screens for your 

A 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 up 

Runners give 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 

Budding heads with creeping dolts 

George and Velms are gone for weeks 

Southern belles in London sing 

Southern belles in London sing