Cymbaline

The path you tread is narrow

And the drop is sheer and very high

The ravens all are watching

From a vantage point nearby

Apprehension creeping like a tube train up your spine

Will the tightrope reach the end?

Will the final couplet rhyme?

And it’s high time, cymbaline

It’s high time, cymbaline

Please, wake me

A butterfly with broken wings

Is falling by your side

The ravens all are closing in

There’s nowhere you can hide

Your manager and agent

Are both busy on the phone

Selling coloured photographs

To magazines back home

And it’s high time, cymbaline

It’s high time, cymbaline

Please, wake me[Verse 3]

The lines converging where you stand

They must have moved the picture plane

The leaves are heavy around your feet

You hear the thunder of the train

Suddenly, it strikes you

That they’re moving into range

And Doctor Strange

Is always changing sides

And it’s (High) high time, cymbaline

It’s high time, cymbaline

Please, wake me

Doh, do-do-ro-ro

Bah bah, ba-ba-ba-ba

Do-do-ro-ro-woah-woah

Bah bah, doo-doo-do-do-ro-ro

Bah bah, ba-ra-ba-ba-ra-ra, bah

And it’s high time, cymbaline

It’s high time, cymbaline

Please, wake me[Instrumental Outro]