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 cuplet 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 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 plain

The leaves are heavy round 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 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.