(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