Warm Wet Circles

On promenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins
 Where ceremonies pause at the jeweller'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 nights 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's 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 mothers 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 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 played her part in a warm wet circle