Sound Asleep 
    (Difford/Tilbrook) 
      Tonight thereís wind 
      Tonight thereís 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 
      Thereís still no contact 
      Still no word 

      I want to hear the front door slam 
      I want you back to hold my hand 
      Tonight thereís hope youíll 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 thereís pain 
      Tonight thereís fear 
      Tonight itís cold now youíre not here 
      The sound of tyres out in the wet 
      Thatís as close to you as I can get 
      No turning handle on our front door 
      The more I hate you I want you more

      (c) 1995 EMI Virgin Music Ltd.


  • FROM THE ALBUM: Ridiculous.