The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is sheer and very high
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
Semolina
High time
Semolina
Please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings
Has fallen by your side
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
Semolina
High time
Semolina
Please wake me
Lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plane
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 sides
And it's high time
Semolina
High time
Semolina
Please wake me