We walked in the cold air...
A freezen breath on a window pane
Lying and waiting
A man in the dark in a picture frame
So mystic and soulful
A voice reaching out
in a piercing cry
It stays with you until
The feeling has gone only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna
The music is weaving...
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings
The rhythm is calling
Alone in the night
as the daylight brings
A cool empty silence
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky
- It fades to the distance
The image has gone only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna...
A freezen breath on a window pane
Lying and waiting
A man in the dark in a picture frame
So mystic and soulful
A voice reaching out
in a piercing cry
It stays with you until
The feeling has gone only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna
The music is weaving...
Haunting notes, pizzicato strings
The rhythm is calling
Alone in the night
as the daylight brings
A cool empty silence
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky
- It fades to the distance
The image has gone only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me
Oh, Vienna...