PULSE

In a churchyard by a river

Lazing in the haze of midday

Laughing in the grasses

And the graves

Yellow bird you are not long

In singing and in flying on

In laughing and in leaving

Willow weeping in the water

Waving to the river-daughters

Swaying in the ripples and the reeds

On a trip to cirrus minor

Saw a crater in the Sun

A thousand miles of moonlight later

I was standing by the Nile

When I saw the lady smile

I would take her for a while

For a while

Like tears that like a child

How her golden hair was blowing wild

Then she spread her wings to fly

For to fly

Soaring high above the breezes

Going always where she pleases

She will make it to the island

In the Sun

I will follow in her shadow

As I watch her from my window

One day I will catch her eye

She is calling from the deep

Summoning my soul to endless sleep

She is bound to drag me down

Drag me down

We smile and smile

We smile and smile

Laughter echoes in your eyes

We climb and climb

We climb and climb

Foot falls softly in the pines

We cry and cry

We cry and cry

Sadness passes in a while

We roll and roll

We roll and roll

Help me roll away the stone

Heavy hung a canopy of blue

Shade my eyes and I can see you

White is the light that shines

Through the dress that you wore

She lay in the shadow of a wave

Hazy were the visions overplayed

Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine

Made her blind every time

Green is the colour of her kind

Quickness of the eye

Deceives the mind

Envy is the bond between

The hopeful and the damned

The path you tread is narrow

And the drop is sheer 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

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

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 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

It's high time Cymbaline

Please wake me

And it's high time Cymbaline

It's high time Cymbaline

Please wake me

Path you tread is narrow

The drop is sheer and very high

The ravens all are watching

From a vantage point nearby

Apprehension creeping

Like a tube train up your spine

Standing by with a brick in his hand

He's waiting for tonight

And it's high time Cymbaline

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

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 round your feet

You feel the thunder of the train

And suddenly it strikes you

That they're moving into range

And 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

I'm so afraid

Of mistakes that I've made

Shaking every time that I awake

I feel like a cardboard cut-out man

So build me a time

When the characters rhyme

And the story line is kind

I've aged and aged

Since the first page

I've lived every line that you wrote

Take me down take me down

From the shelf above your head

And build me a time

When the characters rhyme

And the story line is kind

And if I live where I'm left

On the shelf like the rest

And the epilogue reads like a sad song

Please pick up your camera

And use me again

And build me a time

When the characters rhyme

And the story line is kind

(Instrumental)

Pass the tequila Manuel

Listen gringo

Laugh at my lisp and I kill you

I think!

Ahh this Spanish music

It sets my soul on fire

Lovely senorita

Your eyes are like stars

Your teeth are like pearls

Your ruby lips senorita