Its Only The Beginning

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