You work in the nightshift It's blood, sweat and tears Hungry eyes watch marching years Power to the people It's an echoe from the past Did you think that it would last? And you close your eyes, you drift away It's music, sweet music running through your veins On the top of the iceberg Everything looks fine Never mind the water line Who would cross the ocean For a heart of gold? Hearts are being bought and sold And I close my eyes, I drift away Music, sweet music running through my veins And it's music, sweet music Music, sweet music Music, sweet music Music, sweet music