ฟังเพลงCocksure

The terraces of the seventy's

Are only filled with rain

The corner shops and B-roads

Were flattened by the main

Our old estate's still standing

And shaken by each truck

But the house where we first made love

Went down to let the tarmac up

Headstrong

The wallpaper curled and dirtied

The curtain rail pulled off

The first time you cried and scratched my back

I heard your old Dad cough

And after on our elbows

We watched the traffic crawl

Underneath the orange lights

And across your bedroom wall

Headstrong and cocksure

Headstrong and cocksure

I pick my friends like scabs

And none of them heal

And when my finger stabs

None of them feel

Now the nightclubs are shut for you

You must be twenty four at least

But I'll still come in spirit

First love won't rest in peace

Headstrong and cocksure

Headstrong and cocksure

Those were our horizons

Our holiday for two

Just beyond the cooling towers

Our panoramic view

I don't remember leaving you

We both were in a state

There always are a lot of girls

Looking for a candidate who's

Headstrong and cocksure

Oh Headstrong and cocksure

Headstrong and cocksure