The Bed - Tom Jones

I wake from trouble sleep

In the middle of the night

Reaching for the soft hand

That once held mine so tight

My fingers touch the pillow

Where you once layed your head

And I run my hand down

The cold cold sheets

On your side of the bed

My head spins from

The perfume

That lingers every place

And I kiss the trace

Of lipstick

Left on your pillow case

And here in this nightmare

Of darkness

I remember the day we wed

And I clutch and tear

At the tear stained sheets

On my side of the bed

My arms long to hold you

My lips hunger for your kiss

And I just couldn’t

Stand to go through

Another lonely night like this

These hands that once

Coressed you

Take a bottle from the drawer

It says take one for sleeping

But I’m taking many more

What good is there

In living if the dreams

We she’d are dead

So now at last

I lay me down to sleep

On you side of the bed