On promenades where [bad word] propose to lonely arcade mannequins 
Where ceremonies pause at the jeweler's shop display 
Feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes 
Till [bad word] themselves to the muted journey home 

And the pool player rests on another cue 
Last nights hero picking up his dues 
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 
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 

It was a wedding ring
Destined to be found in a cheap hotel 
Lost in a kitchen sink or thrown in a wishing well