Cymbaline

The path you tread is narrow And the drop is shear 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 The lines converging where you stand They must have moved the picture plane The leaves are heavy around your feet You feel 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 --- Cymbaline - Pink Floyd