(Difford/Tilbrook)
Tonight thereЎЇs wind
Tonight thereЎЇs 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
ThereЎЇs still no contact
Still no word
I want to hear the front door slam
I want you back to hold my hand
Tonight thereЎЇs hope youЎЇll 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