We walked in the cold air

Freezing breath on a window pane 

Lying and waiting

The 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 those pizzicato strings

The rhythm is calling 

Alone in the night as the daylight brings

A cool empty silence 

The warmth of your hand and the 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....



This means nothing to me

This means nothing to me

Oh Vienna....



This means nothing to me 

This means nothing to me

Oh Vienna....