(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