Real Lies - An Oral History of My First Kiss lyrics

Just the lightest touch
The falling drizzle found
Weekend wet look kids lost in
An orange ticket town
Just another candy floss sunset
I'm trying to come of age
Can we change the subject?
To the powders and the chemicals
Just talking hypotheticals!
Thirteen on a village green – you
Sure your source is credible?
Are we gonna do what we want yet?
We never get to. Does that make you upset?
Cos they only come here for the
Free flats and thе benefit's
OK

And watch their kids drown on thе way
Just for the hell of it
Uh huh… reading team news
In the Saturday ‘papers
I tape the chart rundown. I’ll
Change the order later
But there must be a place
Where things fucking happen
A hidden frequency that guides
You there across macadam
Just another candy floss sunset
Wish I could come of age
Too shy to meet your gaze
Well, I went home worried it was
Something that we'd both regret
She's got a hot pink clipper
And a twenty-deck of cigarettes
Spent another night alone cos I
Don’t know what it meant
And I still write your name
Whenever I see wet cement
It happened on a main road and I
Was embarrassed without really
Knowing why. There's

An awkward gap between childhood and being
Properly teenage. A peripheral shadowland of
Not quite being enough. From early on, I
Was obsessed with the adult world
Staying up late with talk radio and
Strange Channel 5 sex comedies
And at wedding parties I'd be trapped in
The glare of the full beams
Groups of family friends and
Older second cousins stood about in
Circles – drinking, flirting
Smoking… telling jokes and working up
A sweat to early

90s ‘chart dance' – less a genre or a scene
More a self-fulfilling Prodigy. I'd eat
Chicken legs and wonder what it was that
They were all so excited about
At the same time dimly aware there
Were conversations happening close by between
Girls who were weighing up the
Prospect of you and laughing
It was some years after the incident on the
Main road that I splintered off from the
Group and went with that girl with the
Hot pink clipper and the stolen cigarettes
Round the back of a perfume
Shop in the rain as

The scores came in. She drew me in close
Well, I went home worried it was
Something that we'd both regret
Exhaled a plume of smoke
And then it happened
She's got a hot pink clipper
And a twenty-deck of cigarettes
An oral history of my first kiss
Was the first time on Earth that

I felt so heaven sent
I didn't realise that my whole
Life they’d been writing it
And I still write your name
Whenever I see wet cement
Now it’s twenty years later but it's
Still the same time of day
Take another shit pill and throw
Another summer night away
Now I don’t know where you are and
I heard you're digging for the dent
But I still write your name
Whenever I see wet cement