Southern Belles In London Sing

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

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

[Am]  A hundred [D]feet above the [Em]landing
[Am]  There's a [D]girl gliding [Em]down
[C]  She's floating [D]toward me now
[Bm]  Her sleeves are all [Em]stretching out
[C]  And the jet is [D]following be[Em]hind
Wake up  (chords continue as normal, however the lyrics as typed don't.)

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