squeeze
sound asleep
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