[Verse 1]

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 couplet rhyme?

[Chorus]

And it’s high time, Cymbaline

It’s high time, Cymbaline

Please, wake me

[Verse 2]

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 coloured photographs to magazines back home

[Chorus]

And it’s high time, Cymbaline

It’s high time, Cymbaline

Please, wake me

[Verse 3]

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

[Chorus]

And it’s high time (High time), Cymbaline

It’s high time, Cymbaline

Please, wake me

[Chorus]

And it’s high time, Cymbaline

It’s high time, Cymbaline

Please, wake me