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 its high time Cymbaline Its high time Cymbaline Please wake me A butterfly with broken wings Is falling by your side The ravens all are closing in And theres nowhere you can hide Your manager and agent Are both busy on the phone Selling coloured photographs To magazines back home And its high time Cymbaline Its 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 theyre moving into range Doctor Strange is always changing size And its high time Cymbaline Its high time Cymbaline Please wake me And its high time Cymbaline Its high time Cymbaline Please wake me
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 16:43:59 +0000
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