The path you tread is narrow, and the drop is sheer and very high. Will the tightrope reach the end? 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  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. And it’s high time! (High time), Cymbaline It’s high time, Cymbaline Please, wake me .

Broken Fingers…Holding On

Everything done by me in a bedroom so bear with me. Thank u for listening and I love you

Echo

Recorded live at The Brindley Arts Centre, Runcorn - 27.04.12

Cymbaline (Original)

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