Cymbaline
Em D Em D
Am
The path you tread is narrow
Bm
And the drop is shear and very high
Am
The ravens all are watching
Bm
From a vantage point nearby
Am
Apprehension creeping
Bm
Like a tube-train up your spine
Am
Will the tightrope reach the end;
Bm
Will the final couplet rhyme
C
And it's high time
Fmaj7
Cymbaline
C
It's high time
Fmaj7
Cymbaline
Em
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
