Warm Wet Circles (Remastered)

On promenades where drunks propose

To lonely arcade mannequins

Where ceremonies pause

At the jewelers shop display

Feigning the casual silence

In strange romantic interludes

Till 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 till 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

She nervously undressed

In the dancing beams of the Fidra lighthouse

Giving it all away before it's too late

She'll let a lover's tongue move in, in a warm wet circle

Giving it all away, showing no shame

She'll take your mother's kiss on her first broken heart

A warm wet circle

She'll realise that she played her part

In a warm wet circle