(Difford/Tilbrook)
Tonight thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s wind
Tonight thereâ"š¬â"ž¢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
Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s still no contact
Still no word
I want to hear the front door slam
I want you back to hold my hand
Tonight thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s hope youâ"š¬â"ž¢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 thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s pain
Tonight thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s fear
Tonight itâ"š¬â"ž¢s cold now youâ"š¬â"ž¢re not here
The sound of tyres out in the wet
Thatâ"š¬â"ž¢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