warm wet circles

• clutching at straws albümünden aşmış marillion parçası...
  
  lyrics: dick^**
  music: dick/kelly/mosley/rothery/trewavas
  
  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
  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 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