Love Walks To Heathrow

She came wrapped in laughter and a coat not meant for London.

A fleeting love—too bright for baggage claim, too deep for postcards.

This song is a tapestry of twilight trains, whispered goodbyes, and stolen moments across rooftops and rainy squares. From Primrose Hill to South Kensington, it's a memory that moves like mist—part ghost, part gospel. A love that lived fast, danced slow, and left behind nothing but echoes in the Underground.

Love Awaits at Heathrow isn’t about a happy ending.

It’s about the right one—written in rain, sealed in silence, and waiting forever beneath Departures.