I'm Not Satisfied (Conway Deborah)

Deborah Conway Train train shake my window pane Chair chair sitting empty there Moon moon can you hear me moan Phone phone and say you're coming home I'm falling into the holes in the road Pain pain put my fingers in the flame Pain pain put your fist through the frame Cry cry my tears never dry Why why was it all a lie I'm falling you're falling into the holes in the road And I know we pass and I know they mend, And I know they pass and I know we mend Rain rain flowing down my drain Gone gone my baby's really gone I'm falling, you're falling, we are all falling Into the holes in the road Gone gone my baby's really gone