the ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearby

apprehension creeping like a tube train up your spine

will the tight rope reach the end, will the final couplet rhyme

And it's high time, Cymbaline

please wake me

A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side

the ravens all are closing in, 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

please wake me

The lions converging where you stand,

they must have moved the picture plain

the leaves are heavy 'round your feet,

you hear the thunder of the train

suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range

and Doctor Strange is always changing size

And it's high time, Cymbaline

please wake me

IBIZA BAR

I'm so afraid of the mistakes that I made

making every time that I lay

I feel like an oddball with a cut-off mind

So if you excuse me it's time

when the count is rhymed

and the story-line is fine

I've been amazed since the first day

I can't get a line too close

take me down, take me down

from the cell of my mind

and hear me slowly floating lonely somewhere

I live far enough on a shelf like a dress

on the end of all that reads like a sad song

leaves began to grow beautiful

and years they began

and hear me slowly floating lonely

flowing down too slow

Ummagumma ‘69