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