Cymbaline Lyrics - Hawkwind - Hawkwind

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 is 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 

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Your manager and agent 

Are both busy on the phone 

Selling colored photographs 

To magazines back home 

And it's high time, Cymbaline 

It is 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 

And Doctor Strange 

Is always changing size 

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And it's high time, Cymbaline 

It is high time, Cymbaline 

Please wake me 

And it's high time, Cymbaline 

It is high time, Cymbaline 

Please wake me