Deborah Conway
I`m bigger than a rumour
I`m quicker than a cancer
And I`m not satisfied
I`m the nick on your chin
I`m the dent in your ear
And I`m not satisfied
There`s nothing I need, nothing I want from you
Still I`m not satisfied
I`m easy as gin
I`m as gentle as sleep
But I`m not satisfied
I`m hard like a ball
I am tight as a wire
But I`m not satisfied
There`s something I need, something I want from you still
I`m not satisfied
I`m lost in your eyes
I`m found in your place
I`m outside your door but you`re inside my space
I`m the stain on your sheets that you`ll never erase
I`m stretched thin as paint that I threw in your face
Is there something you need or something you want
From the nothing I got from you
Still you`re not satisfied
You`re not satisfied
I`m not satisfied