Warm Wet Circles (Live At Wembley Arena 5/11/87)
๐ต 1601 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:30 duration
๐ ID: 14913635
๐ Lyrics
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
'Til 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 'til 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
Where ceremonies pause at the jeweller's shop display
Feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes
'Til 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 'til 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:28.52] On promenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins
[00:35.92] Where ceremonies pause at the jeweller's shop display
[00:43.37] Feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes
[00:50.16] 'Til they commit themselves to the muted journey home
[00:57.74] And the pool player rests on another cue
[01:01.56] Last nights hero picking up his dues
[01:05.02] A honeymoon gambled on a ricochet
[01:08.26] She's staring at the brochures at the holidays
[01:12.18] Chalking up a name in your hometown
[01:15.66] Standing all your mates to another round
[01:19.36] Laughing at the world 'til the barman wipes away the warm wet circles
[01:26.97]
[01:29.43] The warm wet circles
[01:32.90]
[01:40.44] I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths
[01:44.30] A classroom's shabby butterflies
[01:47.88] Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes
[01:54.64] Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations
[02:02.19] Rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass
[02:08.53] Sharing cigarettes with experience with her giggling jealous confidantes
[02:15.88] She faithfully traces his name with quick bitten fingernails
[02:22.51] Through the tears of condensation that'll cry through the night
[02:29.67] As the glancing headlights of the last bus kiss adolescence goodbye
[02:37.01]
[02:39.55] In a warm wet circle
[02:43.96] Like a mothers kiss on your first broken heart, a warm wet circle
[02:51.32] Like a bullet hole in Central Park, a warm wet circle
[02:58.85] And I'll always surrender to the warm wet circles
[03:06.85]
[03:34.83] She nervously undressed in the dancing beams of the Fidra lighthouse
[03:41.12] Giving it all away before it's too late
[03:47.44] She'll let a lovers tongue move in a warm wet circle
[03:54.90] Giving it all away and showing no shame
[04:01.20] She'll take a mother's kiss on her first broken heart a warm wet circle
[04:08.51] She'll realise that she played her part in a warm wet circle
[04:13.91]
[00:35.92] Where ceremonies pause at the jeweller's shop display
[00:43.37] Feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes
[00:50.16] 'Til they commit themselves to the muted journey home
[00:57.74] And the pool player rests on another cue
[01:01.56] Last nights hero picking up his dues
[01:05.02] A honeymoon gambled on a ricochet
[01:08.26] She's staring at the brochures at the holidays
[01:12.18] Chalking up a name in your hometown
[01:15.66] Standing all your mates to another round
[01:19.36] Laughing at the world 'til the barman wipes away the warm wet circles
[01:26.97]
[01:29.43] The warm wet circles
[01:32.90]
[01:40.44] I saw teenage girls like gaudy moths
[01:44.30] A classroom's shabby butterflies
[01:47.88] Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes
[01:54.64] Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts and token proclamations
[02:02.19] Rolled from stolen lipsticks across the razored webs of glass
[02:08.53] Sharing cigarettes with experience with her giggling jealous confidantes
[02:15.88] She faithfully traces his name with quick bitten fingernails
[02:22.51] Through the tears of condensation that'll cry through the night
[02:29.67] As the glancing headlights of the last bus kiss adolescence goodbye
[02:37.01]
[02:39.55] In a warm wet circle
[02:43.96] Like a mothers kiss on your first broken heart, a warm wet circle
[02:51.32] Like a bullet hole in Central Park, a warm wet circle
[02:58.85] And I'll always surrender to the warm wet circles
[03:06.85]
[03:34.83] She nervously undressed in the dancing beams of the Fidra lighthouse
[03:41.12] Giving it all away before it's too late
[03:47.44] She'll let a lovers tongue move in a warm wet circle
[03:54.90] Giving it all away and showing no shame
[04:01.20] She'll take a mother's kiss on her first broken heart a warm wet circle
[04:08.51] She'll realise that she played her part in a warm wet circle
[04:13.91]