Deborah Conway - I'm Not Satisfied Lyrics
Deborah ConwayTrain train shake my window paneChair chair sitting empty thereMoon moon can you hear me moanPhone phone and say you're coming homeI'm falling into the holes in the roadPain pain put my fingers in the flamePain pain put your fist through the frameCry cry my tears never dryWhy why was it all a lieI'm falling you're falling into the holes in the roadAnd I know we pass and I know they mend,And I know they pass and I know we mendRain rain flowing down my drainGone gone my baby's really goneI'm falling, you're falling, we are all fallingInto the holes in the roadGone gone my baby's really gone