THE WORDS BETWEEN (THE LINES) Mar. 18/85 Karl Rigelhof

There's no limit to the/your imagination
Once you're in it there's no exaggeration
Your feelings reach far beyond fascination
These reeling senses filled with exasperation

And when you come back down to reality
You run around like it's a fatality
Things don't seem like they used to be
The words won't mean that much to me

When you stretch the/your horizons of experience
You can bet there's a conflict of indifference
It diverts to (a) primal reflex (of) self-defense
Just convert the results to your preference

CHORUS:
The avenues of the mind
Stroll down the corridors of time
To the memories left behind
Within the answers you will/may find
The words between the lines