When a thought begins to form,
And floods your inner mind,
Before you recreate the norm,
Record between the lines,

A sound unheard by bitter ears,
A sight unseen defined,
Before the moment disappears,
Record between the lines,

A memory dances its final dance,
As it's locked amongst the vines,
Record it when you get the chance,
Record between the lines,

Before you squander what you're worth,
Before you pass your times,
While there's Hevn and an Erth,
Record between the lines.