Peter Trewavas - Warm Wet Circles lyrics

On promenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins Where ceremonies pause at the j**elers shop display Feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes Till 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 till the barman wipes away the warm wet circles The warm wet circles I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths A cla**room's shabby bu*terflies 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 gla** 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