(Difford/Tilbrook)

Tonight there s wind
Tonight there s rain
Tonight I sleep with myself again
I punch the pillow into a mound
With this frustration that I have found
Today I hoped
Today I heard
There s still no contact
Still no word
I want to hear the front door slam
I want you back to hold my hand
Tonight there s hope you ll comfort me
All I can do is wait and see
But my eyes begin to close
As footsteps softly creep
To find me sound asleep

Tonight there s pain
Tonight there s fear
Tonight it s cold now you re not here
The sound of tyres out in the wet
That s as close to you as I can get
No turning handle on our front door
The more I hate you I want you more

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