Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cymbaline, artist - Pink Floyd. Album song More, in the genre Прогрессивный рокDate of issue: 12.06.1969
Record label: Revolver
Song language: English
Cymbaline |
| The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high |
| The ravens all are watching from a vantage point near by |
| 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 |
| High time, Cymbaline |
| Please wake me |
| Butterfly with broken wings has fallen 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 |
| 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 time, Cymbaline |
| High time, Cymbaline |
| Please wake me |