Warm Wet Circles

On promenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins Where ceremonies pause at the jeweler’s shop display Feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes ’Til they commit themselves to the muted journey home And the pool player rests on another cue Last night’s hero picking up his dues A honeymoon gambled on a ricochet She’s staring at the brochures at the holidays Chalking up a name in your hometown Standing all your mates to another round Laughing at the world ’til the barman wipes away the warm wet circles The warm wet circles                 I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths A classroom shabby butterflies Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations Rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass Sharing cigarettes with experience with her giggling jealous confidantes She faithfully traces his name with quick bitten fingernails Through the tears of condensation that’ll cry through the night As the glancing headlights of the last bus kiss adolescence goodbye   In a warm wet circle Like a mother’s kiss on your first broken heart a warm wet circle Like a bullet hole in Central Park a warm wet circle And I’ll always surrender to the warm wet circles - - - - - - (3x)       She nervously undresses in the dancing beams of the Fidra lighthouse Giving it all away before it’s too late She’ll let a lovers tongue move in a warm wet circle Giving it all away and showing no shame She’ll take a mother’s kiss on her first broken heart a warm wet circle She’ll realise that she plays her part in a warm wet circle - - (2x) [transition to next song] It was a wedding ring destined to be found in a cheap hotel lost in a kitchen sink or thrown in a wishing well