I could be your orchestra
I could be your youngest brother
I could be your audience
And I could be your lover
A thousand stars in your eyes
Could make me realise the other side of me
Spaced out on the horizon
And gazing at some mind in me
Cut down to size
And feeling free and we say
Didn't you know what I mean?
Don't you know that I need?
Didn't you know what I mean?
I could be your bletherer
I could be your over-bowler
I could be your multitude
And I could be the shoulder that you need to cry on
But many times I've tantalized
The scent and taste of compromise betrays me
Your smiles and lies are rising now
Gazing at some mind in me
Cut down to size
And feeling free and we say
Didn't you know what I mean?
Don't you know that I need?
Don't you know what I need?
I could be your orchestra
And I could be your most distinguished friend
Do you know what I need?
Don't you know that I need?
Didn't you know where I've been?
Will you know what I need?