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