Lyrics:

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?

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 coloured 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
And Doctor Strange
Is always changing sides

And it’s (High) high time, cymbaline
It’s high time, cymbaline
Please, wake me

Doh, do-do-ro-ro
Bah bah, ba-ba-ba-ba
Do-do-ro-ro-woah-woah
Bah bah, doo-doo-do-do-ro-ro
Bah bah, ba-ra-ba-ba-ra-ra, bah

And it’s high time, cymbaline
It’s high time, cymbaline
Please, wake me