I look at your house
I wonder what goes on inside when you have to cry yourself to sleep at night
Your parents fight
You don't know who's wrong or right, have to cry yourself to sleep at night

A broken home, a broken heart
When the two of them will have to part
It's a broken home, broken heart
Now you know just how it feels
To have to cry yourself to sleep at night

I looked at your house
I look through your window, deep inside, how you gonna cry yourself to sleep tonight?
Your parents fight
You don't know who's wrong or right, have to cry yourself to sleep tonight

Broken home, a broken heart
When the two of them will have to part
It's a broken home, broken heart
Now you know just how it feels
Cry yourself to sleep at night

That's rough!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Writer(s): BOB MOULD