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