On promenades where drunks propose   To lonely arcade mannequins   Where ceremonies pause   At the jewelers 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 classrooms 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, in a warm wet circle   Giving it all away, showing no shame   She'll take a mother's kiss   On her first broken heart, a warm wet circle   She'll realize that she played her part in a warm wet circle