(M Ure/W. Cann/W. Currie/C. Allen)

We walked in the cold air.
A freezin’ breath from the window came.
Lying, 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 is gone only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me

Oh Vienna

Music is weaving.
Hunting notes, pizzicato strings; the rhythm is calling.
Alone in the night as daylight brings
A cool empty silence
The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky
It fades to the distance

The image is gone only you and I
It means nothing to me
This means nothing to me…

Oh Vienna…