I know I was really young when she died,
but you'll probably think I'm weird for this.
Some days, it's like I can almost feel her around me,
like a guiding presence.
What was she like,
Ronnie?
Young on when she was your age,
she looked just like she'd fallen
straight from the page of a novel or some
kind of film about love unrequited.
And when she walked in the place,
she could see young guys stuck with a look on their
face like a fuse of the firework inside them
somewhere had ignited.
Juliet, there was something about her like she
was from some other age
Juliet, on a bicycle, on a
Saturday, in the springtime
It's great.
She looked a lot like you
And then when she married your dad
And in a way
Emma sang he was bad
But she wasn't the kind of a songbird
That did well in cages
She'd tell you she was feeling okay
We could sense after time that
she was fading away
Cos she had another will deep inside,
she went downhill in stages
Juliet
She had eyes like the
lights on the sea on a
January day
On a
Saturday, in the summertime I remember,
I remember, I remember
I love her. I love her.
You look a lot like her.