Nightmare Lyrics

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

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