Warm Wet Circles

(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Fish) 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