The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear
and very high
The ravens all are watching from a vantage point
near by
Apprehension creeping like a choo-train up your
spine
Will the tightrope reach the end; will the final
cuplet rhyme
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me Butterfly with broken wings is
falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in there's no where
you can hide
Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
Selling colored 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
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 And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me
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