Warm Wet Circles Lyrics - Marillion

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