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