And the drop is shear 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
And 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
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
And suddenly it strikes you
That they’re moving into range
Doctor Strange is always changing size
And it’s high time
Cymbaline
It’s high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plane
The leaves are heavy around your feet
You feel the thunder of the train
And suddenly it strikes you
That they’re moving into range
Doctor Strange is always changing size
And it’s high time
Cymbaline
It’s high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
The path you tread is narrow And the drop is shear 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 And 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 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 And suddenly it strikes you That they’re moving into range Doctor Strange is always changing size And it’s high time Cymbaline It’s high time Cymbaline Please wake me The lines converging where you stand They must have moved the picture plane The leaves are heavy around your feet You feel the thunder of the train And suddenly it strikes you That they’re moving into range Doctor Strange is always changing size And it’s high time Cymbaline It’s high time Cymbaline Please wake me Explain Request ×
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