Soul Seven

In a library of fools

Where spectators hang their sense

It's alright - it's alright - yeah

In abeyance with the rules

The only sound is from the books they read

And it's alright - it's 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

It's alright - it's alright - yeah

They cover every complication

That happens every year

And it's alright - it's alright - yeah

A tide of emotion...