They found sixth-form poetry Scrawled on the walls of your old bedroom And Friday night is gonna free-fall through club lust Angel dust and sweet perfume You remind me of some art-house black and white I saw They'd coloured in with chalk And are you wise wise beyond your years Or are you all talk? Now don't you think something's gotta happen soon Its been so long now since they changed that tune Oh Juliet Keep that in mind There?s something so beautifully chic About burning out so young You accessorise with bruises on your cheek And cool tricks of the tongue And you're spending Saturday alone drowning heartache out With cheap red wine I know you Wanna make the news But lately all you do is memorize the headlines Sometimes you'll count the days Sometimes you'll slip away But there are watches to unwind And ladders still to climb Now don't you think something's gotta happen soon Its been so long now since they changed that tune Oh Juliet Keep that in mind And there's still time to steal There's still a few hearts to heal Now don't you think something's gotta happen soon Its been so long now since they changed that tune Oh Juliet Keep that in mind