Lyrics

[Roger Waters] Thank you! [Verse 1] The path you tread is narrow and the drop is sheer and very high Theravensall are watchingfrom a vantage point nearby Apprehension creepinglike a tube-train up your spine Will the tightrope reach the end? Will the final couplet rhyme? [Chorus] And it's high time, Cymbaline 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 agеnt are both busy on the phone Sеlling coloured photographs to magazines back home [Chorus] And it's high time, Cymbaline 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 feel the thunder of the train And suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range And Doctor Strange is always changing size [Chorus] High time! Cymbaline High time, Cymbaline Please, wake me [Improv] [Interruption by French host] Currently, thanks to electronic network machinery. The sound has a stereophonic effect on it, making it travel back and forth across the Sports hall in front of a very attentive audience, despite some rowdiness... [Verse 3] The lines converging where you stand They must have moved the picture plane The leaves are heavy around your feet You feel 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! Cymbaline High time, Cymbaline Please, wake me