Versuri Cymbaline

  
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