Cymbaline, Pink Floyd (Chords and Lyrics)

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Am Bm Am Bm
The path you tread is narrow and the drop is shear and very high The ravens all are watching from a vantage point behind
Apprehension creeping like a chill train up your spine Will the tightrope reach the end? Will the final couplet rhyme?
C F C F Em
And it's high time Cymbline it is high time Cymbaline Won't you please wake me

Am Bm Am Bm
C F C F Em
And it's high time Cymbline it is high time Cymbaline Won't you please wake me
Am Bm Am Bm
C F C F Em
And it's high time Cymbline it is high time Cymbaline Won't you please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
And 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
And 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
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
And 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