The Faint Follow

Scarlet boots, the kiss of death

Patience and the end of it

Blended angels, whispered love

Countdown til it's gone, for long

Velvet voices, haunting slow

Darkened nooks, with bright decor

Georgian femmes are gone for weeks

Southern Belles in 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

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 but 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