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....