Soul Seven

In a library of fools
Where spectators hang their sense
Its alright - its alright - yeah

In abeyance with the rules
The only sound is from the books they read
And its alright - its alright - yeah

A tide of emotion that's supposed to show
If you surrender to me

At the tiny corporation
That's made of blood - sweat and tears
Its alright - its alright - yeah

They cover every complication
That happens every year
And its alright - its alright - yeah

A tide of emotion