Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warm Wet Circles, artist - Fish.
Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Warm Wet Circles |
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 |
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 fingers |
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 mother’s kiss on your first broken heart, a warm wet circle |
Like a bullethole 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 lover’s 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 plays her part in a warm wet circle |