Cymbaline |
Музыка: | Роджер Уотерс |
Текст: | Роджер Уотерс |
Вокал: | Гилмор, Уотерс |
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 cuplet rhyme
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
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