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