He walked in the cold air
Freezing 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 is gone
only you and I
It means nothing to me...
This means nothing to me...
Oh Vienna
Music is weaving
Counting notes
puts a card to a string
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 is gone
only you and I
It means nothing to me...
It means nothing to me...
Oh Vienna...
This means nothing to me...
This means nothing to me...
Oh Vienna...