Friday, 25 May 2012

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

[chorus]

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

[chorus]

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

[chorus]
And it's high time
Cymbaline
It's high time
Cymbaline
Please wake me

2 comments:

  1. Has anyone told you, that you are bonkers!

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    1. Haa haa, you obviously don't know your Pink Floyd I was watching a TV show last night and through my mojito fuelled brain I thought the lyrics were pretty cool

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