Cocksure Songtext
von Stephen Duffy

The terraces of the ′70s 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 dirty, 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, none of them heal
And when my finger stabs, none of them feel
Now the nightclubs are shut for you
You must be 24 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
Headstrong and cocksure
Headstrong and cocksure