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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