Walked in the cold air Freezing breath on a window plane 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 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 Oh, Vienna
The music is weaving The music is weaving The music is weaving The music is weaving
Oh, Vienna Oh, Vienna The feeling has gone only you and I It means nothing to me This means nothing to me Oh, Vienna Oh, Vienna
