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