Deborah Conway I'm Not Satisfied
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
