The terraces of the 70'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      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 24 at least   But I’ll still come in spirit   First love won't rest in peace      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